The hand of God, bending the trees,

A storm is brewing in the breeze.

 The water's covering the land,

Inundating the Earth and it's rand.

God's power is in command,

Soaking the Earth, and all the sand.

Helping to grow the food we need,

Sustaining healthy lives, indeed.

We praise the lord for his giving,

So we can retain a good living.

In return, we have to thank God,

We couldn't exist without rich sod.

Our gift to God should be in abundance,

With this in mind, we should be in accordance.

Please give as much as you can,

So the church can get to the summit via its plan.