Glory of thy Maker
Look ye traveler, up to the stars.
Look ye pilgrim, up from the earth.
Look ye warrior, up to the skies.
Do you see the face of your Maker?
Do you not see His chariots of fire ride across the sky?
Do you see His hand shape the clouds?
Feel His spirit blow in the wind.
Feel His Love burn red in the sunset.
Feel the warmth of His embrace in the sunrise.
Hear His voice in the great waters.
Hear His whisper in the breeze.
Hear His anger in the thunder and behold it in the lightening.
Look ye traveler, at the rain…His tears.
Look ye pilgrim, at the snow…tears of joy.
Look ye warrior, up to the mountains…His strength.
The heavens declare the glory of G-d;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands