I admire all Your crafts, YHWH
When I look to every appealing thing in sight
When I feel every appealing thing within
What You crafted from Man’s side, I praise the artistry of Your hand
In awe of her, I praise Your gift of love
The grass on which we tread
The waterfalls in which we stand
The springs in which we bathe
The Bread we eat
The Vine we drink
Without You no one pleasurable thing would ever be, every day we take You for granted
Those who blindly take comfort in denial of Your existence…
They say it is freedom to escape You
Hedonism is their god
But selfishness churns inside them, as they do not even consider
The founder and creator of all bliss is You
To deny You, in order to gain, is vanity
To eat the food, but fire the cook, only the foolish hope of gaining more of it
The wicked arrogantly become thieves of the very works of Your hand
There are no rivers without the sea, there is no sea without the springs
I see and thank you for your works, O Yah
Without You, Father of all, I am nothing
Eternally, I am your son and servant
Proselyte of Yah 