The whirling worlds His potter’s wheel What Darwin sought His fiery kiln To fire a Mind so strong and smart He takes the nests of Stars by storm! One squish of clay, God has a cell. He adds some lumps, He has a sponge.
He kneads His clay. Behold a fish! That dances in the waters deep, And Jesus laughs and claps His hands! He kneads His clay a little more Soon a creature stands before His Maker on tough little fins. The wonder walks and yet still swims!
His creature walks on land! Stronger still the clay lumps form They walk and run the rich, wild world They dance and fight and soar and weep! Dancing dragons, birds and bears!
Jesus joins inside their dance! Though yet they do not know Firm but loving Fingers knead A trillion fathers fight and mate A trillion mothers tend their young Driven by the silent call To form the future Prince of God! Billions of years of strife and love
Broken hearts and floods of blood. A trillion tales of faith and strength And sacrifice! And bitter tears! Then Son-rise to the dawn of God The clay lump wakes and KNOWS!
A trillion deaths, a trillion births a zillion sharp and subtle pains! All of this the Cross, God paid To make a Man of Mud!