Above This Pulpit, a Planetarium
The nations gathered in this auditorium Await the word which makes crooked right Above this pulpit, a planetarium Its centered Sun bearing freedom and light. Your people await as dawn, from the word Challenge and comfort, the good and true The story of stories, sin's sickness cured. Your arrows, the hardest of hearts piercing through.
I stand midst your imagined creation, Empty of all but regret and shame How can I weave the spell's incantation When full of my own glory and fame? O Sun of Righteousness, you turn common to gold When with unveiled faces your glories behold.
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