From the silent dust, a symphony began A breathless void awoke to house the heart of man Given the green of the valleys, the gold of the sun The rivers that roar where the new world had begun A garden of iron, of timber, and stone A kingdom of matter so we’d never walk alone Look not to the stratosphere, seeking a throne The Maker of all things is claiming His own Not from the distant, unapproachable stars But right in the beating of this world of ours! He is the wind, He is the fire! Not an absent king in a heavenly spire! Immanent presence, the blood of the earth Omnipresent witness to every birth! He gave us the spark to survive and to thrive Right here in the dirt where He keeps us alive! We built up our temples and stared at the sky Waiting for chariots, forever asking why Blind to the providence laid at our feet The harvest of grain and the pulse of the street Every breath that we take, every chord that we strike Is filled with the Architect, for all men alike Look not to the stratosphere, seeking a throne The Maker of all things is claiming His own Not from the distant, unapproachable stars But right in the beating of this world of ours! He is the wind, He is the fire! Not an absent king in a heavenly spire! Immanent presence, the blood of the earth Omnipresent witness to every birth! He gave us the spark to survive and to thrive Right here in the dirt where He keeps us alive! No distant sovereign looking down from the clouds He breathes in the silence, He moves in the crowds The Creator's hands never left what they made He is the sunlight, and He is the shade! He is the breath... He is the fire... No absent king in a heavenly spire... Immanent presence, the blood of the earth! Omnipresent witness to every birth! He gave us the spark to survive and to thrive Right here in the dirt where He keeps us alive! Right here on the earth! For Every Birth He is the here and He Is The How God is with us... Right Now!
