The Maker

Sing psalms and chant prayers for he is God, ‎Give alms and thanksgiving for he be praised, ‎He gives us what can never be bought elsewhere, ‎For his love is unfathomable. ‎Who would see his work and wouldn't awe? ‎He is the art himself, and he holds the mysteries of science, ‎Yet we acknowledge him less, ‎Even though he made the things we often run to worship, ‎He feels sad that we have abandoned him, ‎He is ever happy to have us back again, ‎And surely we can play again.