How great is your bosom O Lord! As far

as east from west. All that was

or is or will be, without loss

into your arms - every life on every star.

Thus two billion years are but as yesterday.

What miracles will come to pass!

Wonders! What events so vast!

We, forerunners, made as we are, of clay.

Long before we smite another universe

we will know how to prevail;

gravity displays its story, tells its tale,

and nature’s forces we will rehearse.

We must grow in the evolving plan of God;

centuries to go. Take up your faith, your staff and rod!