He said the word and out of dust 
The Galaxies were hurled
For whom the Nebulae unwound                   
 And the Universe unfurled!     
For Whom by the THUNDER IN HIS VOICE
 THE FIERY STARS UNCURLED!    

He made every kind of rock     
From Amethyst to Geode.                      
By the spittle in His mouth
The Mighty Oceans flowed.
 For Him the Arctic lands 
Turned white
When by His will it snowed!
For Him the Mountains of the sky
Shouldered up their load.                                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                          
Praise the High and Mighty Genius 
Who created all of these: 
Nebula, 
Amoebas
 Great Forests full of Trees!   
He blew out from His mighty breath,
The Hurricane and Breeze!                                                                    ­                                                  
He planned all the Planet's paths;  
 Equinoxes and ellipse!
Apogee and perigee,  
Occultings and eclipse! 
He caused the mighty floods
And great torrents full of mists!

 He spitted out the LIGHTNING BOLTS 
And the Clouds of Silver Rains!
What He says, 'GO'  
Is gone like that,
And what He saves, remains!                                                                                                               
He makes the Plains as Mountains High     
And the Mountains High as Plains.
He colors bright the Star-sets wild,
And the Nebulae He Stains!  

He made the All of Everything  
Throughout the Multiverse.
He causes brand new Stars to light 
While others run their course.  
He gives each Life its own Free Will
For better or for worse.    

He catches all the THUNDERING WINDS     
And the breeze’s tiny sigh. 
He made the tiny Field Mouse       
And the soaring Eagles high; 
He paints the colors of the
Winds against the ageless Sky!                                                                   ­                                                       He threw the Devil from his place
Among the Holy Stars.   
He molded out proud Venus       
And He crafted ancient Mars.   
 He praises all His Lives for Peace 
And punishes for wars.
He flung by multi-handfuls out,   
The rainbow colored Stars.  

Praise the One Who made the Worlds,     
The Moons and Nebulae  
And made the ancient world of Mars
With its bleeding glorious sky!
He made Earth and Jupiter                                                                  ­                     
And painted Saturn's rings!
He made the Thrush,
And Whip-Poor-Will,  
 And the Nightingale who sings.  

He made the gentle, snow white Dove 
The  Peacock's fiery Tail.
He made the Minds of Undersea;       
 The Dolphin 
 And the WHALE!     
                    
Like a Master Weaver 
Weaved He       
Evolution's  path,        
Coloring life with humor,
Love, elegance and wrath!

He made the Universe a place  
That danced and came alive,
With every kind of Creature,   
Using all ways to survive!