RECREATOR

When we ride out on legs of steel
into a world unknown
and gaze at the horizon
and what the past to us has shown,

When we swing beneath the evergreen
and sing a lullaby
and press our lips together
and even when we die,

When we look into the microscope
at worlds within our own
and ponder the absurdity
of all that we have known,

We see one thing forever,
We know one thing is true,
That He is our creator
and He recreated you.