This blade of grass, the falling rain,
The fields of corn, and golden grain,
The doves in flight, the morning dew –
That's what belongs to you.
This sleepy town, windows and walls,
The schools and churches, their hallowed halls,
This home we love, this avenue –
That's what belongs to you.
We take these gifts into our hands,
We hold on tight, we make demands.
And you just smile, until we learn,
That peace can only come in the return.
Our brightest thoughts that shine so bright,
Our days of labor, the songs we write, the notes we sing,
Our voices too –
That's what belongs to you.
These precious children,
This loving man
Who dries my tears and holds my hand,
And my whole life,
What I've been through –
That's what belongs to you.
We take these gifts into our hands,
We hold on tight,
We make demands.
And you just smile,
Until we learn, that peace can only come in the return.
Jesus, thank you for lending me
All that I know, all that I see,
All that I am, all that I do – what belongs to you.
That's what belongs to you.