I had this piece of Amida Shu liturgy in my mind at the breakfast table. I strongly felt that it would be good with a hymn written over the top of it. Here it is:
By your Vows and through Your Grace, A Pure Land appears.
Listen to the sound of His Voice In the whir of the fridge; In the drone of the train; In the buzz of the bees; In the splash of the rain; In the cold of the air on my face and my whispering breath – Ah; Oo – And see how His Call and my call merge together – One family.