Praise the Lord! There is no god like my God.
Who can fashion clothes out of majesty?
Who can weave a garment with threads of light?
Who can stretch a tent from heaven’s fabric?
Praise the Lord! There is no hope like my God.
Seek him like flowers at night seek the light:
Although your petals are draped in darkness,
let them reach for stars and wait for the dawn.
Praise the Lord! There is no good like my God.
All creation praises you, waits for you.
If only we would praise you, wait for you,
like lowly animals who wait for food.
Pursuing Truth, Cultivating Virtue, Creating Beauty 