Creation’s seventh sunrise
We stand before the burning bush of time
The six days were good
But the seventh He called holy
Creation’s seventh sunrise

We wake and go to work six days a week
To struggle with the strain and stress
But the Lords’ provided for the care of our souls
A day of rejoice and rest

Creation’s seventh sunrise
We stand before the burning bush of time
The six days were good
But the seventh He called holy
Creation’s seventh sunrise

Come see a sanctuary made of time
Come speak forgotten words of prayer
It calls us, “Come away from your dissonant days”
“Come out and breathe the garden air.” (leave your worries there)

Creation’s seventh sunrise
We stand before the burning bush of time
The six days were good
But the seventh He called holy
Creation’s seventh sunrise

And the promise of that rest still stands
To all who would be free
And though we might be bound by time
We can taste Eternity

Autor: Michael Card