We think that nature is our toy
To shape the way we will;
Yet tiger tame brings us no joy,
Is lifeless, cold, and still.
This nature seen from human side
Yields only half its truth;
We cut it open, look inside
And miss its holy worth.
Mistakenly, we see ourselves
As only nature, too;
Look at ourselves, uncover hell;
We see what sin can do.
So round and round in self we go,
Wind whirling round dead leaves.
Our human selves we fail to know,
As to ourselves we cleave.
Then into human nature comes
The One who made us all;
His nature minds alone can’t plumb–
To human hearts He calls.
“Turn back to me and human be,
A person fully live;
A sacrament for all to see,
And all my earth will thrive.
“See bread and wine, the stuff of earth,
The work of human hands:
Transfigured, made of sacred worth
By my own Godly hand.”
That hand of fully human One
Can transform by its touch,
For hand is hand of God’s own Son,
Who loves us all so much.
Now all of nature sacrament
As always meant to be;
All look to Jesus, are unbent–
Look up, we heaven see.
From earth we gaze on heaven’s sky,
And come alive again;
Live on our own no longer try:
We’re fully human men.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 