I'm No Folliot S. Pierpoint

For the beauty of this day,
for the fragrance of honeysuckle,
for the rising of the sun,
for the flight of the sparrow,
for the blood in my veins,
and the impulses of my brain,
for the precise mixture in the air I breathe,
for the gift of language
and the consciousness and thought and spirit
which all combine to graciously grant me
the ability to praise you,
Father, unto Thee I raise,
This, my sacrifice of praise, in Jesus' name, amen.

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