Day Of Jubilee

When I was young, I used to wonder—didn’t you
Why some folks have brown eyes and others blue
How a father leaves his mark upon his son
And why a mother’s child is still her child when all is done
And it made me want to learn the music to
The song that weaves the generations through.

CHORUS
See the spiral dance in paths of crystal light
It’s the figure-dance of new life and the Lord’s delight
It’s the pattern that transforms the old to new
The song that weaves the generations through.

What makes a rose a rose and not a daffodil?
What bends the protein’s lattice to the enzyme’s will?
What intricacies mold the fragile bond
That sends us sailing to the stars and then beyond
The question always brings me, running, to
The song that weaves the generations through.
CHORUS

Is it arrogance or mystery to join the dance--
To pay your money mark the sequence, take the chance
To play at prophecy with trembling hands--
To read the words in the code of life, and its commands?
May gentleness and grace guide all I do
With the song that weaves the generations through.
CHORUS