Alpha and Omega

It is a gentle Sunday morning, mild temperature, a sweet breeze blowing into a shotgun apartment that filled itself up last night with all the mugginess of a June evening.

This past week has been full of transitional feelings for me - I'm leaving behind refuse of years ill spent with editors who have absolutely no compassion, boys who have absolutely no conscience, and toys that give me little pleasure.  I'm clearing out that junque, refreshing my thinking, and packing up my knapsack to journey down roads untraveled.  

There are songs to be sung, prayers to be offered, people to be held even closer to my heart so they too may feel the Spirit that keeps me bathed in Love. 

We are singing None Like You today by Craig Courtney.

Here are the words, I hope you find meaning in them:

Creator of the moon and stars, of mountains reaching high,
Creator of the galaxies who hears a baby’s cry.
Eternity, with all its years, stands present in Your view.
Alpha and Omega, Lord, there is none like You.

You make the wilderness to bloom and in the desert sand,
Provide the gentle, soaking rain, refreshing thirsty land.
You send the warming of the sun, the fragile snowflake too.
We bow in gratitude, O Lord, there is none like You.

You paint the rainbow on the storm and tell the wind to cease,
You reach out with tender hand, creation is at peace.
You speak Your Word and it is done, the universe obeys,
But we are free to choose, Your children sing Your praise.

Creator of the moon and stars, of mountains reaching high,
Creator of the galaxies who hears a baby’s cry.
Eternity, with all its years, stands present in Your view.
Alpha and Omega, Lord, there is none like You.

By Craig Courtney