Paddling by the Shore. Kim Fabricius

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lift our hearts;

      birthing children whom he mothers,

      we lift our hearts;

      for his bold imagination

      in the act of our creation,

      and our wondrous variation,

      we lift our hearts.

      For the grace of Christ eternal,

      we praise his name;

      coming from his throne supernal,

      we praise his name;

      for the challenge of his teaching,

      for his hand to rebels reaching,

      and the gates of hell all-breaching,

      we praise his name.

      For the friendship of the Spirit,

      we sing our song;

      irrespective of our merit,

      we sing our song;

      for the living water gushing,

      and the cooling breezes rushing,

      full of force but never crushing,

      we sing our song.

God as Mystery

      God is the deepest and blackest of holes

      Tune: Slane – 10 10 10 11

      God is the deepest and blackest of holes,

      God is the eye-tooth that nibbles the soul,*

      God is the wound that no surgeon can heal,

      and God is the hub at the heart of the wheel.

      God is the squatter who makes us his home,

      God is the pest who won’t leave us alone,

      God is the boulder that lies in the way,

      and God is the needle concealed in the hay.

      God is the tiger that stalks us as prey,

      God is the rash that will not go away,

      God is the player who breaks all the rules,

      and God is the wise one who acts like a fool.

      God is the wrestler with arm round our throat,

      God is the poison with no antidote,

      God is the joker at wild in the deck,

      and God is the king that no bishop can check.

      God, you elude all our thinking and words—

      eyes have not seen you and ears have not heard—

      God, you’re the Poet, we’ll follow your way

      by painting new pictures your self to portray.

      * “The Tooth / That nibbles at the soul—” is the concluding line of Emily Dickinson’s poem “This World is not Conclusion.”

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