Game

The Spirit, He quietly moves
A word is spoken
In a moment of surprise
New creation springs to life

Can this be what we were made for?
Designed to be imitators
But not simply to copy
We are icons of the divine

A world in chaos
Senseless pain
Pervasive suffering
And a cry for redemption

Yet here we are undeterred
Driven to create
Desiring to play the game
Of imagination and construction

O God our Father
Draw forth our purpose
To face the faceless void
And fashion a thing of beauty

RTJ 6.17.07