All Creatures of Our God and King

© Liz Owen, 2019. Text by St. Francis of Assisi. Hymn tune: LASST UNS ERFREUEN.

All creatures of our God and King 
Lift up your voice and with us sing, Alleluia, alleluia! 
O burning sun with golden beam,  and silver moon with softer gleam 
Sing your praises, Alleluia! Alleluia, alleluia! Alleluia. 

O rushing wind and breezes soft, 
O clouds that ride the winds aloft, sing your praises! Alleluia!
O rising morn, in praise rejoice,  O lights of evening find a voice
Sing your praises, Alleluia! Alleluia, alleluia! Alleluia. 

O flowing water, pure and clear,
Make music for your Lord to hear. 
Sing your praises! Alleluia! Alleluia, alleluia! 

Dear mother earth, who day by day 
Unfold rich blessings on our way, Sing your praises! Alleluia! 
The flow’rs and fruits that in your grow, let them God’s glory also show. 
Sing your praises, alleluia! Alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia. Alleluia, alleluia! Alleluia.

The Lilies Know

© Liz Owen, 2019. Based on Matthew 6.

1. Hear the winds change direction, feel the season’s new inflection. 
You never know what’s coming ‘til it’s blowing in your face, 
You never know what you can catch until you start the chase. 

2. Learn from how the lilies grow. They don’t have to work, but still, they know
That change is always coming, but somehow they get through, 
nd if lilies are all right, how much more will God do for you? 

REF: God knows our hands, he knows our feet, 
He knows the comforts that we seek 
Will lead us nowhere, take us nowhere. 
Flowers need to grow, our God knows.  

3. Feel the conflict of the tide, pressure that keeps our heart inside.
At first it yanks me all around, but I’m enchanted by the sound of change,
The sound of change.  (REF) 

BRIDGE: Oh, if lilies are clothed as white as snow,
If God’s eye is on the sparrow,
We have nothing here to worry, no reason here to hurry, oh
For our God knows.


 © Liz Owen, 2019. Based on Luke 15:11-32.

1. A man had two sons, and the younger said 
Give me all I inherit, as if you were dead. 
And he spent and he squandered with no recompense 
‘Til famine brought hunger, and hunger brought sense. 

REF: And though we are unworthy, you pour a lavish mercy
On our heads, on our heads.
When our cup is overflowing, your mercy keeps on going
Pouring red, pouring red. 

2. He returned, unworthy to be a son 
For his sin was reckless, his dignity done. 
And reflecting on what he would do or say, 
His father came running while still far away. (REF) 

BRIDGE: The father ran up, with his vision blurred, |
Embraced him before he could speak a word. 
Calling to servants, he ordered them to  
Let his son return to the man he once knew. 
Give him robes and a ring, give him sandals for his feet, 
For my son was dead, and has come to life again! (REF)

Break the Silence

© Liz Owen, 2019

1. Am I meant for something, did you keep me in mind? 
Are we called to things that we are meant to find? 
Are there many paths, or just one? What if I choose wrong? 

REF: Break the silence in my heart, give me passion, let it start 
Taking me over, taking me over. 
Break the bondage, let me soar on the wings you made me for,
Taking me over, taking me over. 

2. How do I know if I’ve arrived 
To the base of the mountain I’m to climb? 
What if my ears don’t hear the song, 
What if I’ve been humming it all along? (REF) 

BRIDGE:  And though I hear nothing tonight, 
No call, no clear instructions, 
i’ll wait up on your word, I’ll wait upon your word, 
I’ll wait upon your word. (REF)



Wonderfully Made

© Liz Owen, 2019. Based on Psalm 139.

You formed me in my inmost being,
You knit me in my mother's womb,
And I praise you, praise you O God.

How wonderful are your works, how wonderful are your works.
How wonderful are your works, my very self you know.

You formed me in my inmost being, 
You knit me in my mother's womb, 
And I praise you, praise you my God,
And I praise you, praise you my God, my God.