You, who measures galaxies with your hand,
who balances weights on hills,
you have in your mouth the power to create everything.
You, together in the hollow of your hand
the waters of the sea and the rivers,
so great that your fingers pick up the dust of the earth.
You are the father who cares about
every step that I take,
and your delight is to love me
like the son that I am.
Since before I lived,
you loved me so much.
Since before I lived,
you loved me so much.
You tell me that passionate history
of the father that awaited my return
and when I was away I saw you running to meet me.
You healed my wounds with your hands.
You gave me so much love, so much joy.
You gave forgiveness and an abundant life to me without end.
You are the father who cares for
every step that I take,
and your delight is to love me
like the son that I am.
Since before I lived,
you loved me so much.
Since before I lived,
you loved me so much.
Lord, I owe you
my love,
my song.
For even before I was alive you loved me so much.