Who Art Thou, God?

Oh Thou who sets in place

The morning, noon and night

Who cups the dawn in mercy’s palm

And spills its gold delight

Oh Thou, who fills the sky

With heaven-tenured strain

And tunes the earth with nature’s mirth

In myriad refrain

Oh Thou who holds the fount

Of Times four-season ken

And rends this span with Heaven’s plan

To test the hearts of men

Oh Thou who loves each one

Knowing intimately

What You have wrought; unscripted thought

Cannot be hid from Thee

Oh Thou; who art Thou, God

Who knows our secret pain?

Why this is He who sets us free

A Lamb for sinners slain

 

© Janet Martin