All Things To All Things

You give us the sands on the desert; you give us the waves on the shore

We take what we please from the rivers and seas and still we keep asking for more

You give us the mountains and valleys; you give us the trees and the air

We saw and we burn and still we don't learn, and it seems that nobody cares

Are you the giver who longs for the gift that you bring?

How can you always be all things to all things?

You give us the seasons in order to nourish an build up the land

With a plow and a hoe, we make the seed grow, but still things get out of hand

You give us our animal brothers, the feather, the fur, and the fin

We trap and we train till so few remain; we swear we won't do that again

Are you the giver who longs for the gift that you bring?

How can you always be all things to all things?