Yes, You know who You are.
The Looker, the Watcher, the Wonderer.
Curious at these words, like a child.
Ready to join in the chorus, but You don't know the melody.
Let me teach You a refrain:
It starts with, "I love you, no matter what,"
And, "I will not send you away!"
As the Moon reflects a greater Light,
Let us hearken to the Muse
And joyfully echo Her delightful euphony!
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Send thine hand from above;
Deliver them out of the great waters, lend a hand to the strange children;
Whose mouth has spoken vanity and falsehood, but now have repented.
I have sung a new song unto thee, O God:
Upon a psaltery and an instrument of thirteen strings have I sung praises unto thee.
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth his servant from the hurtful sword.
Turn away thy indignation!
Bring no more thy vengeance upon the Lost,
And remember their trespasses no more!
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth;
That our daughters may be as corner stones,
Polished after the similitude of a palace.
Happy is that people, that is in such a case:
Yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.
Yea, happy is that people who have built their houses upon the Rock.
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Strange as the children's ways may be
I will live thy law and follow Thee.
That the curious top may match the root
Cast not out the strange, wild fruit.
