Just what is up and what is down,
Or what is here or there?
For Him who causes all that is,
Is there a how or where?
Is there a special place where He,
And only He, can be?
A fragment of a separate world
Which we have yet to see?
Or is it true that “home” for Him
Defies the bonds of place
As, whisp’ring in the wind He sings,
While stars reflect His face?
And we, unworthy though we are,
Have but to look within
To find His glory gleaming there
Whose love forgives our sin!