Master Poet Laureate of the universe
Your thoughts are ablaze in omniscient God glory
You hold the love calipers of time and space
Measure stars and planets with electric precision
Ignited by flash beams shooting from your fingertips
You write whole notes on the pages of Your
leather-bound God book in four-part harmony
Thunderous music You pull from the air
You are the Master Poet Laureate of the universe.
You are the music Bach and Mozart wrote about
You are the statue Michelangelo could not carve from a single pure,
white slab of marble…but
Salvation perfected, unearthed on a hill
You are my Song
And You are the reason I sing.