O God, you sang creation into being
and then embraced it in the sacred dance.
You breathed your harmonies into its spirit;
enchanted restless forces with a glance.
Divine Musician, you played us an Eden,
you filled its silences with notes divine.
But we grew deaf from discord we engendered
and heard no more your musical design.
Your melodies still hover in our beings
like tunes that echo through a hollow reed;
your Spirit's voice sets ready heart-strings ringing
that choruses long buried might be freed.
Made us your instruments, tuned for your service;
call forth a symphony of grateful praise;
arrange our lives in rhythm with your music;
sing us a new creation for these days.
--Patricia Blaze Clark. Text © copyright 2002, Gemini Press.