God of creation
With no point of reference
You spoke to the dark
And fleshed out the wonder of light
As You speak 100 billion galaxies are born
In the vapor of Your breathe the plants form
If the stars were meant to worship You
So will I
I can see Your heart in everything You've made
Every burning star
A signal fire of grace
If creation sings Your praises
so will I
The One who never leaves the one behind.

Glory to God

Hillsong