Golden Age

He is a mountain of blood and stone With no peak and no end in sight An endless fountain turning dust to bone The sun and the moon in the night Like lightning and thunder He'll part the sky The wind and the waves He controls He owns the power to live or die He is the collector of souls Creator Word after word Page after page Golden age With just one breath He'll blow away The lies and deceit formed below He holds the earth and the Milky Way In the palm of His hands, don't you know? Creator Word after word Page after page Golden age You can see the signature written in the stars Look around, you don't have to look far Every cell and living thing is a work of art Painted perfectly with all His wisdom and all it imparts Creator Word after word Page after page Golden age