The Master Craftsman spoke their names,
and dust began to rise,
He breathed a breath of purpose
into wild, animal eyes.
No accident of time or space,
no random twist of grace,
But calculated wonders wrapped in fur
and breathing space.

Stand up, look out, and see the truth
chiseled in the earth,
Each feather, hoof, and quiet paw
proclaims its sacred worth.
The Maker’s hand is intricate,
His blueprints never fail—
A universe of miracles alive
in every heart and wagging tail.

He formed the dog
with eyes that see
beyond the outer frame,
A heart designed to know your grief
and answer to their name.
Before you speak a single word,
they feel the heavy air,
A living, loyal shadow
sent to show that God is there.

Stand up, look out, and see the truth
chiseled in the earth,
Each feather, hoof, and quiet paw
proclaims its sacred worth.
The Maker’s hand is intricate,
His blueprints never fail—
A universe of miracles alive
in every heart and wagging tail.

He placed a frequency
inside the resting cat,
A humming, healing mystery
where quiet comfort sat.
From twenty up to forty beats
above one hundred Hertz,
A purr that mends a broken bone
without the need for words.

Stand up, look out, and see the truth
chiseled in the earth,
Each feather, hoof, and quiet paw
proclaims its sacred worth.
The Maker’s hand is intricate,
His blueprints never fail—
A universe of miracles alive
in every heart and wagging tail.

He painted meadows green and wide
and stood the horse upright,
And locked its slender, silver joints
to guard it through the night.
A stay-apparatus built
to sleep beneath the stars,
With hooves that pump their blood
to heal its battle scars.

Stand up, look out, and see the truth
chiseled in the earth,
Each feather, hoof, and quiet paw
proclaims its sacred worth.
The Maker’s hand is intricate,
His blueprints never fail—
A universe of miracles alive
in every heart and wagging tail.

And down beneath the winter ice,
where bitter currents log,
He froze the pulsing,
silent veins of the tiny wood frog.
No beating heart, no breath of air,
a block of living stone,
Till spring unlocks the sugar-shield
that God preserved alone.

Stand up, look out, and see the truth
chiseled in the earth,
Each feather, hoof, and quiet paw
proclaims its sacred worth.
The Maker’s hand is intricate,
His blueprints never fail—
A universe of miracles alive
in every heart and wagging tail.