Jungle green and sky blue meet
In the angel-white haze
Where mountains reach up to touch the sun.
Stretching out, seeking life
Warmth and fire from that
Otherworldy source.
As the clouds shift and move
Over this earth,
They surround these sun-kissed peaks.
And as Your presence shifts
And moves over Your creation,
We stretch out as the mountains,
The fire in our hearts
Moving with tectonic force.
And out there…wherever “there” is,
We find You.
Sewn together, formed, knit
Created from the dirt of the earth,
We find inside us Your Kingdom.
In our bodies we find
The Source of light.
The Source of life.
You.
We have love, we have worth.
So bring us your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
No nation, no empire
Will ever really love them.
But Yours will. You will, o Father of Exiles.
And we will.
In the angel-white haze
Where mountains reach up to touch the sun.
Stretching out, seeking life
Warmth and fire from that
Otherworldy source.
As the clouds shift and move
Over this earth,
They surround these sun-kissed peaks.
And as Your presence shifts
And moves over Your creation,
We stretch out as the mountains,
The fire in our hearts
Moving with tectonic force.
And out there…wherever “there” is,
We find You.
Sewn together, formed, knit
Created from the dirt of the earth,
We find inside us Your Kingdom.
In our bodies we find
The Source of light.
The Source of life.
You.
We have love, we have worth.
So bring us your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
No nation, no empire
Will ever really love them.
But Yours will. You will, o Father of Exiles.
And we will.
