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From Creation’s Start
From Creation’s start, there has been a story
told from age to age, of the Maker’s glory:
painted in the sky, sung in joy and sadness,
acted out in love, raged against in madness.
Though the love was there, men would not believe it;
blinded by their fears, they could not conceive it.
Pride, oppression, hate, ride the world uncaring;
in the lust for life, we would die despairing.
Listen for the voice, it has never vanished,
though to death’s dark night we had thought it banished;
hear it through the guns, from the prisons ringing,
from the long-denied, songs of freedom singing.
Hear it from the poor, crying for each other,
from the sister scorned, reaching to a brother,
from the wounded heart, touching us in pity,
hear it from the cross, raised outside the city.
Everyone who hears with the heart and spirit
knows the story true, life we shall inherit;
what we give away shall return completed,
so the song goes on, ever more repeated.
Glory be to God, mystery in giving,
glory be to Jesus, one with us in living,
glory to the Spirit, hurt among us mending,
trinity of life, in the life unending.
Glory be to God!
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