Mystery of Creation
For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind,
and declares to man what is his thought,
who makes the morning darkness,
and treads on the heights of the earth
the Lord, the God of hosts, is his name!
If I build a sandcastle Or blow a dandelion clock Am I creating, Lord, as you do? For the simple pleasure of it For the joy of just seeing How high it can stand Which way it will dance on my breath and the breeze
Yet, Lord You who know the end from the beginning How can you have joy in the random For you are the Lord, the God of Hosts
So shall I be the random in your creation The free will to be which you have given me A joy of surprise to you My dance on your breath And in the breeze of your spirit I shall dance today
I do not understand these mysteries So today, Lord Allow me simply to enjoy them.
written by Alec Shuttleworth