The Way It Is Outside (inside) These Days

And the moon is a sliver of silver
like a shaving that fell on the floor
of a Carpenter’s shop
and every house must have its builder
and I awoke in the house of God
where the windows are mornings
and evenings
stretched from the sun, across the sky
north to south
and on my way to early meeting, I heard the
rocks crying out…. I heard the rocks crying out

Be praised for all Your tenderness
by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless
and bring life to Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat
and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that
fills Your fields with praise

And the wrens have returned and are nesting
in the hollow of that oak where his heart
once had been
and he lifts up his arms in a blessing
for being born again
And the streams are all swollen with winter
winter unfrozen and free to run away now
and I’m amazed, and I remember
Who it was that built this house
and with the rocks I cry out

Be praised for all Your tenderness
by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to
bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat
and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green
that fills these fields with praise

Rich Mullins, 1993

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