Ownership (rewritten)

The man who owns this land I do not know,

But down this path I’ve seen him go.

Here’s his flowers and there’s his trees.

No greater beauty has ever grown.

Yet this owner is just a man,

One of many to possess this land.

What man calls owning is but a lease,

Merely borrowing from divine hand.

The one who owns is the one who made.

Flowers and trees, he spoke, he laid.

In their place one story they tell,

Power and glory, divine displayed.

 
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