You spoke the stars into the black
You called the oceans by their name
You set the limits of the deep
And gave the universe its frame
You are the voice that shakes the cedar
The fire that splits the night in two
But when it came to making man
Speaking the word would not do
The sovereign hands that forged the sun
Reached down into the ground
The God of all the distances
Allowed Himself to be found
Elohim in the heavens
Abba in the clay!
You could have stayed a million miles
And washed the world away
But You became the Potter
And we became the dirt
The Maker of the galaxies
Is holding human hurt
Isaiah saw the temple shake
He saw the smoke, he felt the dread
He knew the holiness of God
Could strike a mortal creature dead
But then the prophet found the hinge
The door that opens up the sky
You are our Father, we the clay
The ancient, terrifying cry
Turned into a whisper
Elohim in the heavens
Abba in the clay!
You could have stayed a million miles
And washed the world away
But You became the Potter
And we became the dirt
The Maker of the galaxies
Is holding human hurt
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