Remember the day, Love
when You molded man of earth
bent down and breathed Your life into him?
Remember the love that spun out
Flung flagrantly through creation
Wefted into the singing universe’s fabric?
And yet history tears and twists
Under the cutting weight of the damning record:
Rebellious subjects, a whoring bride.
We fled from You to the muddiest pits
Forming images of ourselves to proclaim our glory
Defiling Your image and defying Your authority.
We clung to these idols, gave them our breath
Offered our lives to make them grow strong
Glutted them with our children’s souls.
After such sin, what forgiveness?
Think now — oh my God.
What hope of homecoming, of reconciliation?
And yet You bring all stories full circle
Bending low to become a second Adam
God incarnate, Logos in flesh.
Dying to ransom our forsworn souls
From the crushing maw of death
Overturning the enemy’s schemes with divine irony.
Resurrecting as guarantee of our future
Rest on the seventh day, Light on the first
Breathing new life into our stone hearts.
Finally comes the call, a reiteration
Giving the mission to Your restored image-bearers
To carry Your glory into all creation.
For this, Triune God, I’ll forever worship:
That You still look on all you have made
And joyfully claim that it is Yours and is good.