O Lover of gentle nature, You are to be much praised: Generous, courteous without measure, Sum of all goodness, You do not will to do anything, Lover, without my will.
I saw a beautiful city whose name I forgot where deaf angels roam the dawns coloring their eyes with invulnerable tears where Catholic children offer lemons to little pachyderms that sneek out of their burrows
Decades ago, our essence was termed folly; Like a python, we were designed to swallow another’s heritage, Regarded as cousins to apes, And our languages crafted and refined only to be erased.
A hundred arms were weak one block to move Of thousands, molded by the hand of Love Into fantastic shapes and forms of grace. Which crowd each nook of that majestic place.
Chorus: Come, my friend, to meet the bride; let us welcome the Sabbath.
“Observe” and “Remember,” in a single command, the One God announced to us. The Lord is One, and his name is One, for fame, for glory and for praise.
My soul is borne out on the wind. Through the opaqueness of her earthly case she glitters like a sword. She is free; she rides her body as the whirlwind the storm.