Let there be light-source! Lord,
You called into the room
and hung the sun, the moon, the stars
like lamps within Your studio.
You stretched out heav'n and earth
like canvas o'er the void
and painted sky, the land, the sea with
the-Spirit-moved-upon-the-water-color.
What demi-urge could hope
(though many violent vandals try)
to help You usher in your forms--
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done?
So come to bleach the canvas, Lord,
and blot out all that's egg-shell-temporary.
Repaint and frame new heav'n and earth
to hang within Your gallery.
