Sitting ‘neath the window;
I sip my pungent tea,
As I think and ponder,
Of all the things
That inspire me.

Like the birds of the air,
Or the fish of the sea,
The mountains, and rivers.
A small creature,
Such as a bee.

So as I contemplate
Over all that I see,
I must acknowledge that
All creation
Comes back to Thee!

For You, O Elohim,
Made all creation be!
So now I understand.
It is You, Lord,
Who inspires me!