The substance we're made of Is moving beneath our feet The crust of this planet Is shaking beneath our path These masses once rose To separate water from land Now they tremble In awe of the creator There is no rock He cannot move No stone He will not turn Chaos became creation Creations returns to chaos Mountains bow down The plants point to him They exist for one reason To honor the creator Beasts come out of their holes Everything that bleeds turns to him They exist for one reason To honor the creator There is no rock He cannot move No stone He will not turn Chaos became creation Creations returns to chaos Mountains bow down The plants point to him They exist for one reason To honor the creator Dust and dirt Rocks and stones Are only the precursors of his presence Oh how small am I