It Is Very Good

Violets Lounge

celtic, symphony, epic, deep female vocal, piano solo, japanese shoegaze

(Verse 1 )

Before the count of time began, a void without a shore,

A silent, shapeless, sleeping world, a dark forevermore.

The Spirit hovered on the deep, a whisper on the sea,

Until the Silence broke apart and bade the Light to be.

The shadow folded into night, the radiance took the day,

And in the bloom of dawn and dusk, the first day found its way.

(Chorus)

And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space,

Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face.

From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood—

The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good.

(Verse 2 )

He carved a dome of vaulted sky to part the tide and stream,

Unrolling blue horizons like an awakening dream.

The waters below were parted from the waters kept above,

Suspended in the atmosphere by boundaries of love.

The evening fell, the morning rose, the heavy currents calmed,

And on the second turning day, the atmosphere was balmed.

(Chorus)

And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space,

Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face.

From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood—

The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good.

(Verse 3 )

He called the gathered waters Seas and pulled the dry land high,

And clothed the bare and barren earth beneath the open sky.

The soil burst forth in emerald, with seed and fruit and tree,

A tapestry of living green as far as eyes could see.

Each bearing after its own kind, rooted in the sod,

The third day rested softly in the garden of our God.

(Chorus)

And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space,

Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face.

From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood—

The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good.

(Verse 4 )

Two ancient lanterns took their place to govern dark and day,

While silver constellations danced along the Milky Way.

The sun to rule the burning noon, the moon to guide the night,

To mark the sacred seasons with their celestial light.

To separate the shine from shade across the cosmic floor,

And evening came, and morning rose—the fourth day was no more.

(Chorus)

And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space,

Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face.

From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood—

The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good.

(Verse 5 )

The ocean depths began to sing with life beneath the blue,

While overhead on catching wings, the swift sea-swallows flew.

Great monsters of the deepest trench and birds of every wing

Were blessed to multiply and fill the realm of everything.

They filled the waters and the air with motion, song, and flight,

And day five closed its quiet gates into the gentle night.

(Chorus)

And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space,

Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face.

From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood—

The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good.

(Verse 6)

The earth produced the living beast, the wild and the tame,

And then the Maker paused to give creation its true name.

In His own image, male and female, molded from the land,

To breathe His breath and steward all the works of His own hand.

He blessed them to be fruitful and to rule the earth below,

And as the sixth day faded out, the cosmos was aglow.

(Outro)

He looked upon the world He made, complete in every way,

The culmination of the work across the sixth great day.

No longer void, no longer dark, where empty silence stood—

The Maker whispered to the stars:

It is very good.

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(Verse 1 ) Before the count of time began, a void without a shore, A silent, shapeless, sleeping world, a dark forevermore. The Spirit hovered on the deep, a whisper on the sea, Until the Silence broke apart and bade the Light to be. The shadow folded into night, the radiance took the day, And in the bloom of dawn and dusk, the first day found its way. (Chorus) And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space, Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face. From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood— The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good. (Verse 2 ) He carved a dome of vaulted sky to part the tide and stream, Unrolling blue horizons like an awakening dream. The waters below were parted from the waters kept above, Suspended in the atmosphere by boundaries of love. The evening fell, the morning rose, the heavy currents calmed, And on the second turning day, the atmosphere was balmed. (Chorus) And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space, Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face. From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood— The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good. (Verse 3 ) He called the gathered waters Seas and pulled the dry land high, And clothed the bare and barren earth beneath the open sky. The soil burst forth in emerald, with seed and fruit and tree, A tapestry of living green as far as eyes could see. Each bearing after its own kind, rooted in the sod, The third day rested softly in the garden of our God. (Chorus) And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space, Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face. From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood— The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good. (Verse 4 ) Two ancient lanterns took their place to govern dark and day, While silver constellations danced along the Milky Way. The sun to rule the burning noon, the moon to guide the night, To mark the sacred seasons with their celestial light. To separate the shine from shade across the cosmic floor, And evening came, and morning rose—the fourth day was no more. (Chorus) And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space, Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face. From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood— The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good. (Verse 5 ) The ocean depths began to sing with life beneath the blue, While overhead on catching wings, the swift sea-swallows flew. Great monsters of the deepest trench and birds of every wing Were blessed to multiply and fill the realm of everything. They filled the waters and the air with motion, song, and flight, And day five closed its quiet gates into the gentle night. (Chorus) And oh, the Word went weaving through the stillness and the space, Painting boundless majesty upon the empty face. From nothingness to sacred beauty, right where darkness stood— The Maker looked upon His work and saw that it was good. (Verse 6) The earth produced the living beast, the wild and the tame, And then the Maker paused to give creation its true name. In His own image, male and female, molded from the land, To breathe His breath and steward all the works of His own hand. He blessed them to be fruitful and to rule the earth below, And as the sixth day faded out, the cosmos was aglow. (Outro) He looked upon the world He made, complete in every way, The culmination of the work across the sixth great day. No longer void, no longer dark, where empty silence stood— The Maker whispered to the stars: It is very good.

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