Deep, dark recesses of space
Travel light speed seems a turtle's pace
Silence speaking embodies the air
Sharper discernment discloses, He's there

Deafening roar in a liquid abode
Darkness refusing to break its mode
Gripping fright, the soul is laid bare
Hearts listening faithfully hear, He's there

Arid heat, dehydrated land
Blisters erupt from scorching sand
Limited life, not willing to share
Water of the Word, drink, He's there

Damp blackness presses upon the soul
Blind desperation engulfs this dark hole
Light is sought, stepping with care
Eyes wide open see, He's there

Flesh burning cold, frozen breath
Lifeless tundra predicting death
Sol's glow deceptive, a blinding glare
Embracing warmth, feel it, He's there

No height, no depth, no forsaken place
Need crave God's glory nor seek His face
Look, listen, feel, be aware
With creation, rejoice, He's already there