The feet of God have touched this earth and known the feel of grass and growth. The eyes of God have looked to see the sunrise has had caused to be. The hands of God have felt the tree on which his heart once broke for me. The mind of God was torn with grief for our remaking, our relief. The lips of God have spoken out in whisper, question, song and shout, and those with open ears to hear, receive the message loud and clear. So, living God, make us anew! Nothing in us strange to you. In earth or heaven, all are yours; what we have wrecked, your love restores.