Song Lyrics ~ Sacred Earth ~ A Symphony of Stewardship
(Verse 1)
Under the stars in Assisi’s embrace,
Saint Francis walks through creation’s grace.
The leaves whisper soft, the stream hums low,
A symphony calling where divinity flows.
The stars above like diamonds scatter,
A hymn of the heavens where silence matters.
With every breath, a prayer takes flight,
Creation’s pulse, a song through the night.
(Chorus)
Oh, Earth, so sacred, so worn, so true,
Each cry of the soil, every shade, every hue.
Protect, embrace, let mercy rise,
This fragile home under infinite skies.
(Verse 2)
Pope Francis writes with the weight of the world,
Ink spills like tears where chaos is hurled.
Forests to ash, the oceans suffocate,
The cries of creation rise before it’s too late.
Still hope is woven in every line,
A plea for harmony, a chance divine.
“Our common home,” his words implore,
A love for the Earth, and all we restore.
(Chorus)
Oh, Earth, so sacred, so worn, so true,
Each cry of the soil, every shade, every hue.
Protect, embrace, let mercy rise,
This fragile home under infinite skies.
(Bridge)
Through stars that glimmer and skies that weep,
Through winds that whisper and oceans deep.
Saint Francis speaks through the rustling leaves,
“Protect what gives and what receives.”
Pope Francis calls from a world at war,
“The cries of the poor, the Earth’s scarred core.
Together they plead for justice and care,
Will we rise and answer their prayer?”
(Verse 3)
To Saint Francis, the Earth’s a hymn of praise,
A language of wonder that time can't erase.
“Brother wind,” “Sister water,” he sighs,
Love flows in creation, in soft goodbyes.
Pope Francis, a voice that echoes through time,
“We are stewards, and our task is divine.
Every glacier, every tree, every sea,
Calls to protect what’s sacred, to let it be free.”
(Chorus)
Oh, Earth, so sacred, so worn, so true,
Each cry of the soil, every shade, every hue.
Protect, embrace, let mercy rise,
This fragile home under infinite skies.
(Outro)
Oh, the beauty in nature’s embrace,
Oh, the balance of life’s quiet space.
Saint Francis kneels, his prayers ascend,
Pope Francis calls, a voice to mend.
Creation speaks, through stars and streams,
Through oceans wild and fragile dreams.
Protect, cherish, let love be sown,
For Earth is not ours—it’s not alone.
