All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands

If I am alive this time next year,
Will I have arrived in time to share?
Mine is about as good this far,
I'm still applied to what You are

And I am joining all my thoughts to You
And I'm preparing every part for You.

I heard from the trees a great parade
And I heard from the hills a band was made.
Will I be invited to the sound?
Will I be a part of what You've made?

And I am throwing all my thoughts away,
And I'm destroying every bet I've made.
And I am joining all my thoughts to You,
And I'm preparing every part for You.

(Sufjan Stevens)