Oh  Lord who made the
Whippoorwill,
And sprinkled Wild Flowers
On the hill,

And set aflame the starry sky,
And painted Rainbows wild
On high!                

Oh Lord who stained pink,
bleeding Mars
Who fashions  
Worlds and countless Stars!

Who understands the  
Mountain Storm,
Yet keeps the
Tiny Dove from harm!

You who’ve guided countless ships,
And Astronauts on epic trips,

Look now upon my
Helpless plight,                                                          ­                      
And keep my 'putor running right!