The Wonderer lyrics

I wish that I could understand

The moving marvel of my Hand;

I watch my fingers turn and twist,

The supple bending of my wrist,

The dainty touch of finger-tip,

The steel intensity of grip;

A tool of exquisite design,

With pride I think: "It's mine! It's mine!"

Then there's the wonder of my Eyes,

Where hills and houses, seas and skies,

In waves of light converge and pass,

And print themselves as on a glass.

Line, form and color live in me;

I am the Beauty that I see;

Ah! I could write a book of size

About the wonder of my Eyes.

What of the wonder of my Heart,

That plays so faithfully its part?

I hear it running sound and sweet;

It does not seem to miss a beat;

Between the cradle and the grave

It never falters, stanch and brave.

Alas! I wish I had the art

To tell the wonder of my Heart.

Then oh! but how can I explain

The wondrous wonder of my Brain?

That marvelous machine that brings

All consciousness of wonderings;

That lets me from myself leap out

And watch my body walk about;

It's hopeless - all my words are vain

To tell the wonder of my Brain.

But do not think, O patient friend,

Who reads these stanzas to the end,

That I myself would glorify...

You're just as wonderful as I,

And all Creation in our view

Is quite as marvelous as you.

Come, let us on the sea-shore stand

And wonder at a grain of sand;

And then into the meadow pass

And marvel at a blade of grass;

Or cast our vision high and far

And thrill with wonder at a star;

A host of stars - night's holy tent

Huge-glittering with wonderment.

If wonder is in great and small,

Then what of Him who made it all?

In eyes and brain and heart and limb

Let's see the wondrous work of Him.

In house and hill and sward and sea,

In bird and beast and flower and tree,

In everything from sun to sod,

The wonder and the awe of God.