Full

 From the highest heights

To the deepest depths,

From the pathway of choice,

To the reluctant road to regret,

From the moment you fell, 

Till you woke up in bed,

Every second, every minute

Every beat, every breath,

As you first filled your lungs,

Till you expel them in death,

Though you know it not,

Or if you tend to forget,

Though it surrounds you now,

And unaware you are wet,

You are soaked, you are drenched 

You're immersed in it,

The whole earth is filled 

With his glory,

From the seas to the sky,

To the radiant sun,

From the molecule, the atom, and neutron

From the mountain top, 

From the eye of the storm,

From the life wrestling free,

 From death being born,

In the science, the energy of the bomb,

There's a whole lotta glory going on,

In fact there's even more to come,

It's full, full, full,

And yet it isn't even close to being done,

The whole earth is filled, yes,

But have you met his son?

I tell you, there's a whole lotta glory going on,

But you better believe,

There's more to come,

If you ask for an equivalent,

You can ask but there is none,

He's holy, holy, holy,

And you'll be undone,

The earth and heavens are just a showcase,

Of the glorious one,

And the whole earth is filled,

With his glory,

So from the sperm and the egg,

And the space in-between,

From the spectacle of galaxies,

To the sight unseen,

From the before to the after

To the ends through the means,

It whispers, and speaks,

It shouts and it screams,

To those who have ears,

To those who have seen,

Just the smallest of glimpses,

In waking or dreams,

It's full up to bursting,

Bursting the seams ,

Of our reality,

Or whatever that means,

Full, full, full, 

Of glory 

And the whole earth is filled,

With his glory,

I bow to the king sat before me,

The whole earth is filled,

With his glory,