Leaves blow, their somber, quiet tirade deafening me.
Waves crash, loud as can be, on the open sea.
Our God is dignified, rising above all.
He raises rulers and causes them to fall.
He created all things and willed them to exist.
Watered the ground did He with a mist.
He made Earth a special place,
And on it was a human's face.
God sent His Son, His only Son,
So that from sin we might run.