How can creation's voice be still, when with us dwells the Word? A song of praise is raised from earth; faith rises like a bird. God dwells as much in grass and dust, in human souls weighed down, as in the realm of majesty, the heavens and their span. The shepherd's voice is heard to call through voices that are stilled. The flock is led in danger's face but shall not come to ill. The stone is rolled away; the tomb becomes the gate of life. The earth is warmed by tongues of fire that speak, and none is deaf. The Word is with us, and the world is full of light and life. Lord, give us faithfulness and faith, alert and seeing eyes.