All people in the world are one,
Beneath the light of moon and sun.
We are the family of God,
Who shaped the earth and path we trod.
When hunger strikes, and people weep,
The sorrow cuts the Creator deep.
He watches from His holy height,
Through busy day and quiet night.
The rich and poor walk side by side,
In fading wealth and foolish pride.
Who steps ahead with honest hands,
To heal the hurt across the lands?
The birds and beasts of feather fair,
Are objects of His tender care.
He gives them breath, He takes it too,
To make the ancient world drift new.
With love and peace for every soul,
We strive to make the broken whole.
In nature’s grace and joyous breath,
We find a peace that conquers death.
