1A David psalm God, brilliant Lord, yours is a household name.
2Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you; toddlers shout the songs That drown out enemy talk, and silence atheist babble.
3I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, your handmade sky-jewelry, Moon and stars mounted in their settings.
4Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way?
5Yet we've so narrowly missed being gods, bright with Eden's dawn light.
6You put us in charge of your handcrafted world, repeated to us your Genesis-charge,
7Made us lords of sheep and cattle, even animals out in the wild,
8Birds flying and fish swimming, whales singing in the ocean deeps.
9God, brilliant Lord, your name echoes around the world.