O God, O Lord of heaven and earth, thy living finger never wrote
That life should be an aimless mote, a deathward drift from futile birth.
Thy word meant life triumphant hurled through every cranny of Thy world.
Since light awoke and life began, Thou hast desired Thy life for man.
Our fatal will to equal Thee, our rebel will, wrought death and night.
We seized and used in Thy despite Thy wondrous gifts of liberty.
We housed us in this house of doom, where death had royal scope and room,
Until Thy Servant Prince of Peace breached all its walls for our release.
Thou camest to our hall of death, O Christ, to breathe our poisoned air,
To drink for us the dark despair that strangles man’s reluctant breath.
How beautiful the feet that trod the road that leads us back to God!
How beautiful the feet that ran to bring the great good news to man!
O Spirit, who didst once restore Thy Church, that it might be again
The bringer of good news to men, breathe on Thy cloven church once more,
That in these gray latter days there may be men whose life is praise,
Each life a high doxology to Father, Son and unto Thee. Amen.
~Hymn by Martin H. Franzmann
This prayer-hymn speaks of the ways God works in the world that He created, redeemed, and is restoring unto Himself. We are created by Him, redeemed through His Son Jesus Christ by the power of the Holy Spirit and now sent to share this Good News with others.
Blessings on your day!