Dear God,
The grass grows, lush and green, because you have created it and called it forth that it might cover the earth. It knows the sound of your voice and stretches toward the heavens, that it might glorify you. The rocks and the trees and every living thing does the same, reaching skyward, offering you their very best, living for you.
We, somehow, have learned to reach inward rather than heavenward. We have taught ourselves to worship so many graven idols, so many false gods. We have forgotten that all glory and honor and love comes from you. We have sinned, repented, and sinned some more.
Help us to be humble, Lord, that we might learn from the grass and the trees, from the rocks and the flowers, and simplify our lives, that we might glorify you in all we do.
Amen
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