All Creatures Lyrics

by Josh Garrels
Key: Em
All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and let us sing
O Praise Him! O Praise Him!
Alleluia
(Same chord progression continues all the way thru... You'll just have to listen
to the song for the full rhythm.)
Creation sent to me the centipede to witness the
complexity of one hundred legs that were moving
unexpectedly, ironically, just as they were meant to be,
they're fearfully and wonderfully made;
An organism praised in circadian rhythms:
the sun will rise and then the sun will set, and then the sun will rise
again, so lift up your head! this is life: not a static object preserved and
displayed like a relic from the dead
You are not a fruitless tree with a rootless disease
growin' in a bucket in a rich man's home
next to the TV tamed and alone
learnin' to lust for the things you don't own
like an arm-chair warrior who's been dethroned,
declawed and fixed, fighting for you life with unattended slit wrists.
Don't let your name get intermingled with the number
cause its time to awaken from the devilish slumber,
to freely follow the Forerunner
to the fatherland and rally round the renaissance man
and the wisdom of His ways and all the work of His hands
catch come as catch can
concentrating on the good words of the Son of Man,
the plan is to withstand the demands of a confused oppressor:
a wolf in sheep's clothes
with monotonous lectures and questionable gestures
unequal measures cultural pressures
and synthetic textures, force-fed instead of the most beautiful
architecture of our long lost, forgotten origins:
Unseen fiber in the blood of my King
And that old rock where we confessed our sins
Oh, my God, fellow man
in this great land they all cry out for
full restoration and this will take patience
And this will take the tribes and the tongues of all the nations
and all of creation groans in anticipation
waitin' for the Son of God to be manifest
I can feel it burnin' in my chest
liberation for the oppressed
And it's beautiful like the feet that bring good news...
Its beautiful like this freedom tune
Its beautiful like the power to choose... to change
Beautiful like the long awaited rain
Beautiful like the healing pains
Beautiful like the holy flames... coming down!
All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and let us sing
O Praise Him! O Praise Him!
Alleluia