fringes

he stretches out the north over empty space

and hangs the earth on nothing

and how faint a word we even hear of him

and yet - our eyes and ears and minds get all the candy

i sing for grace

for grace it lets me sing

and all i've ever seen or heard

or haven't seen or heard

it's his

there is no other

all of this is but the fringes

and these are but the fringes

and all the world hinges

on his grace and on his word

it speaks things into being

and the spoken things revealing

the glory of our god and king

i'm stumbling upon things that aren't mine

things he spoke to life before time

name one thing that's not

one law or thought

he taught the clay

molded it

behold

he called the sheep

that's why they came

sheep! who by grace get a peep

and make it cheap by calling it mine

behold