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  You, the weaver of cosmic dreams,  scatter stars like threads of silver light,  woven into a tapestry vast and eternal. Every dawn unfurls as your masterpiece,  a scroll brushed with fire and cloaked in gold. Even the earth leans in awe—its axis drawn. Swayed by the cadence of your infinite breath.   Oh, the oceans—they whisper your story.  Each wave rises, a crescendo of praise. Each tide a melody, folding into surrender. Their depths cradle reflections of your splendor. While the horizon blazes—your essence painted  across the canvas of sky and sea. You are the sculptor of fragile souls,  binding us eternally with threads unseen. Your mercy flows like ancient rivers, unyielding as they carve paths of life through barren soil, where blossoms rise— petals kissed by your grace, defying shadows. We lift our praise, woven with shards of joy and humble tears. Let it spiral upward, like silken mist: an offering mingling with constellations, embr...

Give the winds a mighty voice. To sing Your praises, Lord, rejoice. Let every gust and gentle breeze carry the chorus of our hearts' ease. In whispers soft or thunder loud, May Your great name be echoed proud.  Through forests swaying, mountains tall.  Let creation's splendor hear Your call. As winds converge from east to west. May they bear witness to Your love and rest.  In every language, let them say, "Glory to God, in every way."  With every breath, we'll join the refrain.  Our spirits soaring, hearts aflame. In harmony with earth and sky. We'll give You glory, till the day is high. And when the winds fade into stillness deep, may Your majestic presence keep our souls on guard. May our hearts remain forever true. Reflecting Your glory, shining through.