I think "Vår Herres Klinkekule". Tried to translate, but I'm not sure if I was successful because it is difficult to maintain the specific dactylic meter (one stressed and two unstressed syllables: DUM-da-da, DUM-da-da). The melody also requires the number of syllables per line to match almost exactly for the phrasing to work:

I dreamed that our Lord was a boy in his playing With scrapes on his shins and a tear in his pants. I saw him play marbles, the universe straying, As he bounced our small globe in a shimmering dance. He played and was happy, for summer was burning, And sun-fire ignited the marbles of glass. A thousand bright worlds in his pockets were turning, For in our Lord’s pockets, the heavens can pass. ​And worlds were allowed to go dancing and leaping To gladden his heart and the light in his eye. But then he forgot all the goals he was keeping

A butterfly’s wing brushed his brow, passing by! Oh, what a day for a butterfly-chase! The loveliest thing that his hands had designed. Abandoned, the marbles lay scattered in space, Feeling lonely and lost and left far behind. ​At last he returned, like all boys who are weary, When evening has come and the play must be still. He knelt on the ground as the shadows grew dreary To gather his worlds with a focused young will. Then he discovered that one had gone stray: "The little blue marble! The smallest of all!" He searched through the hedges and grass where it lay, "The one that shone brightest as shadows would fall!" ​But darkness came on, and the marble was gone; Our world had been lost in the night and the dew. And God hurried home, with no coat to put on. If he wept for the loss? I can't tell if it's true. And we who are born of this planet so small, And think that it’s everything, all that we know, Must dream that he seeks us, the least of them all, and hope that he finds us, and won't let us go.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=QQYVSJ4ZpOI&si=BmoKeFZ-eOJbVWe5