A Psalm of Water

You own me, O Lord.
For who else has the right?
Only You, who send the waters.
Only You, who bring the rain.

The Lord is mighty in works and steadfast in kindness.
The Lord sends the rains, to baptize the land.
Stones and soil are cleansed of sin,
Rocks and trees are reborn in your showers,
The earth remembers its baptism, and is glad.

The Lord is mighty in works, and steadfast in kindness.
His voice is heard in the Mississippi
In the Colorado you may hear His words
Sing, ye waters, sing the Lord of Hosts
The Columbia tells of naught but his praises,
His glory is told by the Hudson's banks.
Sing, ye waters, sing the Lord of hosts.

The Lord is mighty in works, and steadfast in kindness.
His rains sing down the cloying air,
Their droplets shine in human lights.
Your waters drip down my back
On my very skin the raindrops fall.
The nightstorm speaks of the glory of God,
His mighty Love sings in my soul.

You own me, O Lord.
The right is yours alone.
You, the Author of the rainstorm.
You, the Author of my life.