The Lord once made the earth,
and likewise made the sky,
and when He looked upon the earth,
and saw what He had done,
He saw that it was good.
The evil that men do
is heard throughout the lands.
It is the calling of the many
and remembered throughout the age.
The king gazed at all the stars,
he saw the wonder of the night.
He heard the silence of his city
and saw that it was good.
Nightly he wandered the fields
and listened to the wonder of the silence.
In the light of the moon
He saw the land glowing in the glory
and he saw that it was good.
He listened to the voice that had no sound,
to the words that had no speech,
and he heard them calling,
the words that had no sound.
The wars of nations
and the evil in our hearts,
found rest on this day
in the pastures of the mountain.
The weary of this world
found their rest on this day.
The broken and the pilgrims
heard the voice
among the whispers of the stars,
among the silent passage of the clouds,
behind the sounds of their own breathing,
among the murmurs of the darkness.
They saw the tears and listened
to the silent heart aches.
The king heard the cry of his people
and sent his promise to the wind
and he will put his words in his mouth,
and the promise will be good.
