O Great Spirit in skies so wide,
Who walks with us, who walks beside,
Your voice is heard on winds that blow,
Your hands have shaped the earth below.

You paint the skies at break of day,
And guide the eagle on its way.
You give the deer its silent tread,
And mark the stars above our head.

Grant me wisdom, pure and true,
To see the world the way You do.
To walk in peace, to speak with grace,
To honor all in every place.

Let me not seek to rise above,
But serve with kindness, lead with love.
To heal the wrong, to make things right,
And walk with courage through the night.

When my last sunset paints the sky,
And soft winds call, and time draws nigh,
May I return to You once more,
To run with spirits gone before.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop