The whole world glorifies You , Lord,
Except humanity, it seems.
My sister says even the birds sing Your praises,
They burst into worship
As soon as light dawns.
Flowers open their hearts to You,
Water rushes to You
In tongues of devotion.
Seeds burst their shells
And take root in You
And grow towards Your gloriousness.
They are not lost in our language.
Yet we seem to have lost You
Among our many words.
We take what You have given
What You have created
And shuffle it around to make
Something we call “new”
And present ourselves proudly
As “creator”.
We thinks it “ours”
And call it “mine”.
How ludicrous that is.
If I could make something out of nothing
Should I dare to?
Let me be only in your will.
Except humanity, it seems.
My sister says even the birds sing Your praises,
They burst into worship
As soon as light dawns.
Flowers open their hearts to You,
Water rushes to You
In tongues of devotion.
Seeds burst their shells
And take root in You
And grow towards Your gloriousness.
They are not lost in our language.
Yet we seem to have lost You
Among our many words.
We take what You have given
What You have created
And shuffle it around to make
Something we call “new”
And present ourselves proudly
As “creator”.
We thinks it “ours”
And call it “mine”.
How ludicrous that is.
If I could make something out of nothing
Should I dare to?
Let me be only in your will.