And the moon is a sliver of silver    Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop    And every house must have it's builder    And I awoke in the house of God    Where the windows are mornings and evenings    Stretched from the sun    Across the sky north to south    And on my way to early meeting    I heard the rocks crying out    I heard the rocks crying out       CHORUS:   Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands    Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land    Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made    Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise       And the wrens have returned and they're nesting    In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been    And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again    And the streams are all swollen with winter    Winter unfrozen and free to run away now    And I'm amazed when I remember    Who it was that built this house    And with the rocks I cry out       CHORUS x2