If I could paint the sky,
If I made it rain so plants would grow,
If I commanded seasons “Change,”
If the winds obeyed my voice?

Nothing in those ifs of mine
could match the beauty of this.
Nothing I imagine can be mine
without infringing on this.

For he is and was and will be.
He spoke mater into being,
He started the ticking of time,
and said “let there be light.”

He spoke magic words in song,
Words of praise for all we see,
Words of right made wrong,
Words of hope to all who seek.

Words painted the sky tonight!
Words of love an unyielding might,
Words of time dying to-night,
But
His is the song of rising light!