Good

no touch no taste no single thing

not a word, not an ion, not a rushing spring

and then He spoke- and lights found space

soil, mountain, stars in place

everything greater that day than before

gave wind to heavens and eagles to soar.

then the Alpha Omega Creator stood

With eyes to the canvass He said, "This is good"

After the flood and sacrifice made

despite man's plots, his plans poorly played

beyond golden calf, beyond blights of war

beyond man's isolent cry for more

the Alpha Omega Creator stood

adopting, redeeming, He said, "this is good."

knowing the depth of my fallen condition

my iniquity, burden and sinful attrition

He offered his Son- holy blood stains on wood

love sacrificial He said- "This is good."