The foxes have holes, the birds have their nests,
But You kept no place for Your head to rest,
You knew this world was not home to You,
Help me to follow like I'm just passing through,
What do I have that has not come from You?
All that I am, I owe to You,
All that I know is what You have shown,
You are my life, my breath, You are my home.
Lord, purge me from pride when I try to own
The glory for things I thought I'd done on my own,
But You guide my hands and You give the words,
Just like You clothe the flowers and You feed the birds,