Blessed Just to Be
These all gather 'round
That You may feed them...
The beasts of every field
The birds of the skies
The cattle of all the hills
The creatures of the deep
The deer of the forests
The goats of the mountains...
You open Your hand
And they are filled with good.

These too gather 'round
To be fed by You...
Wild donkeys who mill about
Young lions who lay in the grass
Storks who nest in high trees
Badgers who refuge in cliffs
Leviathan who swims the sea
And men who live in houses...
These all wait for Your hand
We are blessed just to be.

Psalm 104

by J Alan R
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