The words of creation
Are spoken once forever,
Like a star sends its fire
Over distance and time

They are falling in order
They are burning a border
Their letters
Scorching senselessness
To sign

In our trying,
Our crying,
Sparks fall down:
Sounding from sky,
Sounding out ground

In our crying,
Our dying,
We raise them again:
Lifting light to
The lightless hearts of men

The words of creation
Are spoken new each morning
As the sun sends its light
When the world turns to see

They are falling like torches
Turning prison cells to porches
Syllables
That set the captives
Free

In our trying,
Our crying,
Sparks fall down:
Sounding from sky,
Sounding out ground

In our crying,
Our dying,
We raise them again:
Lifting light to
The lightless hearts of men