Creation Sings

Creation sings,

Of Yahweh’s glory.

But also groans,

There’s more to the story.

Though once declared,

To be good.

Its stewards fell,

From whence they stood.

The world began,

In a garden to the east.

But mankind forsook,

Yahweh and His peace.

And with mankind,

Creation fell.

What once was good,

Is now sometimes hell.

The ground now resists,

Its ordained masters.

Because we,

Have fallen to disaster.

The disaster of,

Rebellion and sin.

Though created to worship,

We looked within.

We did not trust,

Our Lord and King.

We tossed aside His care,

And chose suffering.

And in our fall,

Creation joined.

Though once our friend,

No longer enjoyed.

Now with us,

It wrestles and curses.

But its our fault,

We’ve made our own hearses.

And yet still,

There’s beauty here.

Though dangerous and cruel,

Redemption is near.

The time will soon come,

When all is remade.

We will no longer struggle,

With rifle or spade.

The creation and we,

Will live as before.

The will be harmony, peace,

And enmity no more.

The predator will,

Lay down with the prey.

And so to we,

Will no longer slave.

Labor will resume,

Its original form.

No more toil or striving,

But joyous work and more.

Life to the full,

As Yahweh always intended.

Love. Worship.

And all broken bridges mended.

The creation we see,

Does sing of His glory.

But there’s so much more,

To be written in this story.

Jesus Christ,

The Lord of life;

Is coming back soon,

To end the strife.

So cast an eye,

Upon this earth.

Where now there is pain,

One day will be mirth.

The Lord of all,

Will surely redeem.

He will bring new life,

And end all suffering.