Consider, the open starry sky.
Think of the vastness of eternity.
The finite mind may wonder
But it stalls upon the way.
It helps to see things clearly
If maybe you could say;
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Oh weaver of the fabric of creation,
You place us between the flower and the sun.
In you we find our dignity,
Our purpose and salvation.
On the scale of things unnumbered,
In you we are at one.
Consider this time we call our own.
Think of one moment to a lifetime.
The growing body ripens,
Then it’s youthful tide must turn.
It helps to form a reason,
If maybe you could learn;
Consider this Earth we call our own.
Think of the detail and the majesty.
The restless soul may wonder,
But it fails to find a home
It helps to find true freedom
By praying as we roam;
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