Lyrics: Bible
Music: David Kirkland Garner
Who is this whose ignorant words
smear my design with darkness?
Stand up now like a man;
I will question you: please, instruct me.
Where were you when I planned the earth?
Tell me, if you are so wise.
Do you know who took its dimensions,
measuring its length with a cord?
What were its pillars built on?
Who laid down its cornerstone,
while the morning stars burst out singing
and the angels shouted for joy!
Have you ever commanded morning
or guided dawn to its placeβ
to hold the corners of the sky
and shake off the last few stars?
All things are touched with color;
the whole world is changed.
Have you seen where the snow is stored
or visited the storehouse of hail,
which I keep for the day of terror,
the final hours of the world?
Where is the west wind released
and the east wind sent down to earth?
Who cuts a path for the thunderstorm
and carves a road for the rainβ
to water the desolate wasteland,
the land where no man lives;
to make the wilderness blossom
and cover the desert with grass?