I've got an itching on the tips of my fingers
I've got a boiling in the back of my brain
I've got a hunger burning inside me
Cannot be denied
I've got a feeling that the father who made us
When he was kindling the pulse in my veins
He left a tiny spark of that fire smouldering inside
The spark of creation
Is flickering within me
The spark of creation
Is blazing in my blood
A bit of the fire that lit up the stars
And breathed life into the mud
The first inspiration
Of the spark of creation
There was a creek in the woods by my house
Where I used to go play
Alone all the time
I remember trying to catch butterflies down there
The fog all around me
And feeling like there were fairies and gnomes
And trolls just out of sight
Waiting to be discovered
For a little girl with a big imagination
It was a magical place to grow up
I see a mountain and I wanna climb it
I see a river and I wanna leave shore
Where there was nothing, let there be something
Something made by me
There's things waiting for me to invent them
There's worlds waiting for me to explore
I am an echo of the eternal cry of, "Let there be"
A spark of creation
Burning bright within me
The spark of creation
Won't let me rest at all
Until I discover or build or uncover a thing that I can call
My celebration
Of the spark of creation