And spell out Your splendour in the stars
Angels kneel and cry out “Holy! Holy! Holy!”
Nature dances and sings Your praises
Even the enemy through gritted teeth calls You “God”
But the man You are mindful of
The man You’ve made a little lower than the angels
Crowned with glory
Holding the works of Your hands in his
The man with all things under his feet
That man…is silent
He insists the frame he inhabits
The world and all it contains
Is the only reality
Lord of Mercy, God of Grace
Tilt his gaze
Let him look up and see what is beyond
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