BLINDNESS

God created all things

But we are blind

And do not see

The Wonder of Him.

We worship the created 

We do not give

You Our Father Glory

The flowers are great.

But from this day

May we hear You 

As You speak all

That You have made.

Glory and Honour now

To You Our Lord

To You Our Lord

For all You created. 

And as we sing

Let it  be loud

To the Creator Father

To His Glory alone. 

Let us stop today

To say how wonderfull 

Created things now are

Let us now sing 

To Our Creator King

To Our Creator King.