Out of the quiet and blackness comes the creation,
The big bang now proving itself,
Right before my eyes, filling my ears.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
So comes the Voice of God
In percussive waves of noise, and
Round white flashes that hang, then fade.
Then come the constellations,
He throws them against the sky,
The nebulas, the white dwarves,
The red giants, the galaxies of all shapes and sizes,
A million million stars that glow,
Glow, slide, disappear,
Glow, slide, disappear.
We cheer as the universe is created tonight,
Time after time, until finally infinity
Is found, and quiet comes again.