Earth’s crust of rock is drifting upon its molten core,
and all the sands are shifting on every wavelapped shore,
while in the sky’s vast spaces great suns recede to night
and leave no shining traces of their once steady light.
Though all things fade and crumble on earth and in the sky,
and we frail creatures stumble, our faith will never die
for we have glimpsed the wonder of love that never dims
and dreams of hope that thunder through worship, prayers and hymns.
Faith gives a depth dimension to how we view all things,
directing our attention to their undying springs:
the Spirit animating all life in every place,
the heart of Christ relating to us with love and grace.
Christ is our sure foundation, the only solid ground,
the wellspring of creation whose depths we cannot sound,
the truth past our conceiving, the word too vast to spell,
and yet in hearts believing, good new to sing and tell:
Good news that’s overflowing with such abundant grace
that we feel Christ bestowing on us the same embrace
that spans the borders of distant stars and night
and from creation orders new life, new love, new light.
Text: Thomas H. Troeger
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