The Color Green
(Gloria In Excelsis)

And the moon is a sliver of silver
Like a shaving on the floor of a Carpenter's shop
And every house must have its builder
  and I awoke in the house of God
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
   stretched from the sun, across the sky north to south
And on my way to early meeting
    I hear the rocks crying out

    I hear the rocks crying out

Be praised for all Your tenderness
By these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless
and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat
and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green
that fills Your fields with praise

And the wrens have returned and are nesting
in the hollow of an oak where his heart once had been
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing
for being born again
And the streams are swollen with winter
  winter unfrozen and free to run away now
And I'm amazed and I remember
Who it was that built this house

And with the rocks I cry out

                                                             --Rich Mullins