Word speaks power, darkness cracks
Space torn open, sky is made
Earth appears, foundations laid
Life pours down in raindrops clear
Maker smiles at His blue sphere
Green plants breathe as one in praise
Sun joins in with warming rays
Small fish move in rhythmic waves
Brown bats hang in hollow caves
Field mice run in open fields
Night owls watch, their instinct yields
Then from the earth, man appears
Crowning glory soon in tears
Eden lost, perfection fades
Creation groans, sin cascades
The Makers heart bleeds broken
A cross cries pain unspoken
But love holds strong to a place
A garden of peace and grace
Where we all can choose to live
If only we freely give
Our life to the Maker's hand
Back to where His love shaped man...