Who but You could write love’s rule?
God of gods, sovereign most awesome,
cannot be bribed, partial to none.
How without You would we learn love?
O Loving Parent, You conceive,
birth, deliver, love all always.
No disease can dim our spirits:
Your love sparks, stokes, affirms our work–
land to tend wherever we walk.
You who etched ten prime laws in stone,
imprint Your pledge on open hearts:
I will never abandon you.
Through Moses You speak: Remember
all you saw I did for you
though you were a stiff-necked people.
Before I die
sure as October gusts carry
seeds to ground, may I
like centenarian Moses
tell Your story, pass Your commands
to next generation God-praise singers.
As Moses climbed Sinai
and finally Nebo,
may I keep on hiking up Your mountains
until the day I die–
eager to see You–with keen eyes,
glimpsing visions of Your new earth.