Great, Glorious God
The sun may slumber,
The moon may wander,
The sky may turn grey,
The world may turn clay,
One thing will stand sure.
If we break bonds,
If we shun songs,
if we pen poems
for a lost lens;
we will still
be at the
mercy of
a great,
glorious
God.
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