O Lord, creation sings Your praises loud:
The smallest atom to the highest star!
And sentient creatures fall before You bowed,
O mighty God, how wondrous great You are!
The works Your fingers made—how high and great!—
But man with sin has tarnished and has marred
The image that You left is obfuscate!
Each human bears Your image but is bent.
Your Spirit comes to fill us, make us straight!
But we are warped and cannot give assent.
O help us Lord, Creator of all days!
Take us to make our heart to be unbent!
Renew our sluggish hearts, focus our gaze,
To see You only—endless praise!
- D. Benning
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