Hillsong

Oh hills,
You are our loyal chaperon.
How gentle you are,
To show us your rivers
Your lights and your people.

Oh sun,
You are our enigmatic guide.
How warm you are,
To come to wrap us for only hours
In your glow and your blessings.

Oh wind,
You are our lasting companion.
How constant you are,
Early to rise and last to sleep,
You never tire of whispers
Nor fail to go unoticed.

Oh Chiang Rai,
You are our loving parent.
How you have give us all,
From hills to sun and wind,
You've shown us your people
And through them, ourselves.


JKLM