Creation spoken forth, always being born
Out of the womb of the universe the Spirit bears Christ the firstborn
Seeds of life planted deep into mystery
Renewing waters cleanse the earth now full of history
Every where one looks is a grand theophany
The rising son is God's gift opening our soul to epiphany
Stripped of my pride and filthy garments
Christ rescues me and fills me with holy reverence
The goodness of the earth spills over every crevice
In the silence my heart stops, for I am breathless
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