The Holy Oracle

From up high infinite in space

God surveys this worldly place

Marvelous sights; wonderful sounds

In creation, splendor abounds

How could it be You chose to give?

The gift of Truth that I may live

So unworthy; Your merciful grace

Shined upon this dolorous face

Spirit in me cries unto you

Past the sky beyond heavens blue

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