When I was a little girl

I was taught God made the world

In seven days

Just as it is now,

And at the end of each new day,

He’d look at his work and say

Of all of his creation,

“It is good”

His work, perfect in his sight;

There was no wrong, for he is right.

All was well

As he knew it would be.

As years went by, it grew and changed.

Some bits passed on and some remained,

But still, God looked and said,

“It is good”.

And now, years later I stand here

Surveying it all, inside I fear

That this is not

What he intended then.

When I hear of war and sorrow,

Of children who will not see tomorrow,

I wonder if he still says,

“It is good”,

But then I hear of sacrifice

Of those who fight, and give their life

For those they’ll never meet,

With no reward.

I hear of fighters, unashamed;

Of those in chaos, not afraid

Who see the world, and say that

It is good.

Those who march for their beliefs,

Modern slaves, each day set free.

Amidst the darkness,

Each day a beam of light.

Though newscasters see the hatred,

I still believe this world is sacred

For looking up, he shows me

It is good.

For though the sun sets on the gray,

It rises once again each day

Casting out the shadow

Of the past.

No, everything’s not always “great”,

But love will always conquer hate.

And God still looks and tells us,

“It is good”...