Sings and the birds and beings of the air
Congregate to attest the infallible truth of God’s supremacy
Sings and the spirits in the graves are lured out of rest
To solemnize to the holy sacrament
In sacred and submissive adoration
Sings and the auditorium is moved
Into an emotional frenzy of admiration
Of the most tender voice stealing out
Like the voice of an angel making oblation of praise
In cool and steady tunes
Like the tides of a still stream
Like the echo of a midnight owl
Sinking deep and wide
Sings health to the bone marrows
Sings wealth to the sparrows
Sings insanity out of mad people
Sings and old granny forgets her wrinkle
And up she gets from her sit and tries a dance
To music from a voice that never came by chance
Sings life to those near the grave
And peradventure saves the brave
Oh for what a privilege to possess
What makes God stand from his throne
And move closer to the earth.
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