Deify
When the sun shall rise
and moon sets its demise
takes cold its way
what left hence pray
Golden the light shall be
and gold the world shall see
spread joy across the sea
heartfelt noblest we plea
Faith, o’ ours, lift us
drift us shift us inches
gift us preachers to teach us
to reach us divine reaches
Lift heads from book to sky
share thy strength to look for thy
show form that escapes shy
O’lord this yours devotee’s deify
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