In the beginning there was God,
It was God or it was something
Or maybe there was nothing at all
It’s hard to believe
But maybe part of it is real
Let’s assume, there’s a God but not The Fall

A voice out there in somewhere
Confident, sincere
Echoed in the darkness
Loud enough for all to hear
Loud and clear-
“It’s the year of our Lord!”

Then something sprang from nothing
It was summoned from the void
A universe was spoken into life
An unmoved mover -
Inspiration running wild,
Breathed, then turned on the light

While everything was flowing
It called forth the human race
It shared with us consciousness
Accompanied by grace
And we appeared
It was the year of our Lord

But this God isn’t perfect
Yeah, It’s learning as it goes
Expectations are high, heaven knows
Power without limits
Doesn’t mean it’s always good,
But this God is trying, and it shows

In suffering there’s progress
Though that can be hard to hear
The DNA of creation
Is in each and every tear
When every year is the year of our Lord

A God of understanding
Yeah, I think this God is woke
And it hopes we learn to wake ourselves
A God who values blackness
A God who loves what’s queer
A God whose love overwhelms

Some pray to God the woman
Some pray to God the man
But God is more complex than we can ever understand
It will be clear
In the year of our Lord

In the year our Lord,
We’ll find out that where we’re going
There’s no pearly gates but just an open door
In the year of our Lord
The choir’s always growing
And we’ll join in and sing forevermore

Everyone you know
And those you haven’t met
That history remembers or that history forgets
Will all be here
In the year of our Lord

In the year of our lord
I think we’ll all want for nothing
Everyone may stay young instead of old
No economy in heaven
Nothing’s made of gold
I think that’s a story we’ve been told

But galaxies are flowing
To a distant point in space
Maybe the unmoved mover is residing in that place
We’re drawing near
To the year of our Lord

In the beginning there was God
It was God or it was something
At the end there will be God or something still
The whole of creation
This violent, holy place
Maybe it’s all bending to some will

Now I’m no expert, and on that we can agree
But I’m a part of you, you know, and you’re a part of me
So have no fear,
We’re in the year of our Lord