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Nature's Hymn
A poem by David Jalajel
Our Lord! You wrought the lion’s roar Engraved in cliffs, though ghosts of stone, Engraved in cliffs, though ghosts of stone, Engraved in cliffs, though ghosts of stone,
From earth and air and ancient fear,
In fire and strife under stars long gone.
We sing of You, our sovereign Lord.
From desolate seas to the depths of land
We crawled; we heaved our creeping forms.
We sing of You, our sovereign Lord.
To be as breath, the briefest whisper
Of truth and love in trammeled bone.
We sing of You, our sovereign Lord.