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Oh, brother. "Idolatry"? You mean this part?

"Most High, all-powerful, all-good Lord, All praise is Yours, all glory, all honour and all blessings."

Or maybe this is what you found offensive?

"To you alone, Most High, do they belong, and no mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your Name."

You seems unaware of the customs of Christian devotional poetry, going all the way back to the Bible, in which God's creatures --- the created elements of the Universe ---are addressed, honored for their excellence, and bidden to praise the Lord their Creator.

You might want to consult Psalm 19 and Psalm 96 to see how created things are personified, praised, and called forth to rejoice. Here is the full text of St. Francis' excellent "psalm."

Most High, all-powerful, all-good Lord, Most High,
All praise is Yours, all glory, all honour and all blessings.

To you alone, Most High, do they belong,
and no mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your Name.

Praised be You my Lord with all Your creatures,
especially Sir Brother Sun,
Who is the day through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour,
Of You, Most High, he bears the likeness.

Praised be You, my Lord,
through Sister Moon and the stars,
In the heavens You have made them
bright, precious and fair.

Praised be You, my Lord,
through Brothers Wind and Air,
And fair and stormy, all weather's moods,
by which You cherish all that You have made.

Praised be You my Lord
through Sister Water,
So useful, humble, precious and pure.

Praised be You my Lord through Brother Fire,
through whom You light the night
and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.

Praised be You my Lord through our Sister,
Mother Earth
who sustains and governs us,
producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.

Praise be You my Lord
through those who grant pardon for love of You
and bear sickness and trial.

Blessed are those who endure in peace,
By You Most High, they will be crowned.

Praised be You, my Lord
through Sister Death,
from whom no-one living can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Blessed are they She finds doing Your Will.
No second death can do them harm.

Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks,
And serve Him with great humility.