In the beginning, You spoke the stars into their stations
Held the blueprint of the deep, the foundation of nations
You weren’t a distant King, but a Potter in the clay
Knitting my sinew, turning the dark into the day
Muscles and fiber, the map of my skin
Before the first heartbeat, before the first sin
The Spirit was a whisper, hovering over the tide
Forming my father, with my mother at his side
You carved out the filament, the fire and the frost
Knowing every atom, and what every atom cost
The garden was a temple, the air was a song
Where the birds of the air and the creatures belong
In my beginning, we walked in the cool of the day
I gave them their names, You showed me the way
One with the Father, no distance, no wall
Just a hand in a hand, before the great fall
In the beginning! I was naked and known
A child of the garden, a seed that was sown
Before the sky fractured, before the great “no”
I bathed in a Love that the world couldn’t know!
Unassuming, unashamed, in the light of the Sun
The King was my Father, and we were as one
In the beginning! Before the shadow of death
I lived in the rhythm… of Your holy breath!
But the garden turned cold, and the gold turned to rust
We traded the Glory for the heat of the dust
From the fruit to the thorn, from the peace to the dread
The sinew was severed, we were bound to the dead!
How good it was then! How bitter the taste!
A kingdom of beauty… laid to a waste!
But the Word stepped down from the sapphire throne!
To reclaim the flesh and to fetch back His own!
He took on the muscle! He took on the skin!
To re-knit the fiber that was broken by sin!
Through the stripes on His back and the blood in the soil
He broke the ancient curse and the enemy’s coil!
From the Alpha to the End, let the anthem be raised
The Grave is empty! The Ancient is praised!
In the beginning! I was naked and known
A child of the garden, a seed that was sown
Before the sky fractured, before the great “no”
I bathed in a Love that the world couldn’t know!
Unassuming, unashamed, in the light of the Sun
The King was my Father, and we were as one
In the beginning! Before the shadow of death
I lived in the rhythm… of Your holy breath!
You were the King! (You still are!)
The Morning Star! (The Bright Morning Star!)
In my beginning.
In my end.
The God of the Garden.
My Savior. My Friend.