As master masons lay foundations strong,
The Lord, too, laid the bricks beneath the earth,
Full knowing it’s dimensions, height and girth,
While angels overflowed in joyful song.
He charges seas that they not pass beyond
The limit set for them by sovereign will.
Proud, raging waves are stayed by his hand still;
As slaves to master’s call do they respond.
His fingers rule the skies where dwells the sun.
His feet traverse the valleys of the deep.
He knows where every creature roams and creeps.
Below him I’m dumbfounded and undone.
What joy when God is big and I am small!
What rapture mine to come and prostrate fall!
© 2011 Eric Evans