I marvel at the work of your hands my King,
whose work brings me to my knees,
I must revere your handiwork,
for i can finally see,

each day and hour, breath and step,
was framed before my birth,
and each rejoice and suffering,
shall aid me in my search,

for there is but one goal,
there is but one king,
and all the work for all of man,
won’t bring me anything.

Praise the King who builds me - shapes me - strenthens me - sancifies me -

He who gives and takes, may He always be glorified.