Chronicle 1, Poems 1-3

I. Before the Dawn

(Sung)

Before the sky, before the stone,

Before the wind learned how to moan,

There was the Voice, unknown, alone—

The High King on His unseen throne.

He sang, and darkness split apart,

And light poured out like a beating heart.

Through breath and tone the realms were cast,

From word and song, creation amassed.

II. The Realms Were Woven

(Spoken)

He shaped three realms with hand and will:

The Heavens high, serene and still,

The Earth below, where men would reign

The sky between was the celestial domain

To Day and Night, He gave the skies,

And crowned with flame their watching eyes.

To Man He gave the fragrant loam,

To walk with Him and call it home.

The stars ignited, soft and high,

And wove their music through the sky.

Their dance above was pure and sweet,

They spun in joy with flaming feet.

III. The Voice to the Celestial Courts

(Sung)

"To thee, O Night, My breath I send, 

A quiet veil where souls may mend. 

Spread gentle peace o'er weary lands, 

And cradle them in tender hands. 

But be a haven, calm and deep, 

Where sorrow folds its wings to sleep. 

In thee, My mercy will abide, 

A softer strength where hearts confide.

To thee, O Day, My torch I give, 

The flame by which the world will live. 

Rise bold, go blaze, go burning bright, 

And flood the sleeping earth with light. 

Reach into vast, unknown terrain, 

And find the secrets there I’ve lain. 

In thee My wild delight I’ve stored, 

Be bold, be brave, be life out-poured

To thee, O Stars, My song I weave, 

A light for all who would believe. 

Proclaim the times, declare the years, 

Foretell of laughter, warn of tears. 

In every star, My voice is sown, 

Each light, a fragment of My own. 

Through thee, the endless heavens sing, 

The boundless hymn of Me, their King."