Wisdom Sewn

From the sea of constant crying,
Your loveliest songs I’ve heard.
In the moon’s escape from ocean mourning,
Your beauty upon canvas sketched I’ve seen.

But beyond the covenant fair,
Which across the sky you weave,
In fabric’s deep your wisdom sewn,
Reaching texture beyond my touch.

You the chords of Orion loose,
As the Pleiades chain’s you bind.
When together sang the morning stars,
Laid you the foundations of the earth.

As the seas burst from their fragile womb,
With doors you shut them in;
‘This far you come, no further more’,
At your voice proud waves be stayed.

You cause the dawn to know its place-
And the rising sun command.
The springs of the sea you enter bold,
As you do the recess of the deep.

You to the clouds lift up your voice,
So that covers you water’s flood.
The dwelling place of light you know,
And the place where dwellith dark.

O Lord, hath the rain a father,
Or who hath begotten the drops of dew-
Who to the frost of heaven giveth birth.
From whose womb did ice come forth?

Every day in awe I’ll wonder,
From where the scattered wind is blown.
Only ever knowing my Father’s wisdom,
In fabric’s beyond my touch is sewn.