Wonder-song

You fill the sea with its fortune

You interlace rock hills with gold

And into the arms of a woman-child

You placed your own Son to hold

You teach the sparrow and swallow

You nudge the bud on the limb

And You grace the harvested fallow

With whispers of day growing dim

God, you hold the stars in the heavens

Reaching fathoms beyond our scope

And you give us innocent children

To fill mundane moments with hope

You shape the fall of a raindrop

You paint the sky on the sea

But the most wonderful wonder of all, my God

Is the wonder that You love me

You point the sun through vast eons

You guide the bird to its nest

You pluck the storm from the ocean

And color the dusk in the west

You give us knowledge and wisdom

And the mortal freedom to choose

The immortal Key to your kingdom

Or the darkness of evil’s dues

God, You father nature’s deliverance

You fill the womb of the earth

God, in love’s tender benevolence

You offer redemption’s re-birth

You bind the chains of the Pleiades

You hear our most feeble call

And God, to know that You love us so

Is the most wonderful wonder of all

Father of Orion’s army

Father of each living thing

Surely Your goodness and mercy

Stirs our longing to sing

Father of boundless compassion

Father of infinity

The micro-drop of the ocean

Is but the beginning of Thee

God of eternal dominion

Perfect and righteous and just

Tipping the jars of the heavens

To nurture this vulnerable dust

Who God, but You can inspire

The bleak, barren furrow and field

Who God, but You can require

The first-fruits of Love’s gracious yield

Who God, but You, is eternal?

Who can boast anything now?

But only what we are able

Because of what You allow

Who can release trembling thunder?

Or explain Love’s mystery

And who can exceed this most wonderful wonder

That this God loves you and me?

© Janet Martin

This song was spawned by the plop of a rain-drop, and like its circle, spread...

Job 37-39