Worship song

Every little thing is yours, Lord,
Every sacred hymn chanted,
Every breath that
pronounces consonant
Of everyday action,
Every bit of stories recited yours, Lord.
Every work that leads to joy,
Every pitch of lips,
Every vowel breathed out,
Every silent susurrus
And silent vocal yours, Lord.
Thy magnanimity calls for Thy name
For it casts spells so profound.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin