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O sing sing sing:
Sing loud sing soft,
Sing with the angels of long ago.

Sing of our great triunal God
mighty in power, mighty in Love
mighty in earthly translation:

from His mighty Love to our earthly song
from His mighty Heart and Mystery
to the pulse of our mortality.

Sing sing sing:
Sing of our Cosmic Creator
Sing of His Loving Son.

Sing brotherhood
Sing motherhood
Sing of the jeweled stars.

Sing of mirrored lakes.
Sing of raging seas.
Sing of harbor and anchor.

(But hush to the puzzling mystery of evil
which time consigns to the lake of fire
the fire of our complete forgetfulness.)

Sing to purity Truth and Reality:
wings of Heaven, where God’s own family serves:
the crownéd apex of earthly mortality.

Sing, sing
O sing.

“And there shall be no more curse, but the Seat of God and the Lamb shall be in it: and his servants shall serve him: And shall see his face, and his name shall be on their foreheads. And there shall be no night there, and they need no candle, neither light of sun: for the Lord God giveth them light, and they shall reign for evermore.”
(Revelation 22:3-5, Tyndale Translation)