In the beginning, God created all things, In seven days, all life took wing. He breathed Himself into you and me, Infused in the air, the soil, the sea.

We turned away — forgot His trust, And now return from breath to dust.

God is, though we are frail, Yet He’s the wind that fills our sail. God is air, and God is water, We are the clay that grows His fodder.

He moves in mist, in wave, in breeze, In silent depths and rustling trees. The oxygen that feeds the rain, Is God within our hearts again.

Keep His world clean, calm, and pure, And meeting Him again is sure. The things we drink, the things we eat, Are born from His design complete.

The drink of life, by air infused, Cleanses the soul where it’s been bruised. Clean your mind, your body, your role, And pray to God to make you whole.

Each breath you take, each drop you taste, Is God’s own spirit, pure and chaste. For air and water intertwine — His breath, His flow, His grand design.