Come, make us a life
Smite our faded palms
With new lines of fate
Tear the paper wall now
Yellowed with excess war
And turn to gold the life
Of the lost earth and time
The hours so we again learn
To count joys on our fingers
Across the space, take us now
To where air is firmest ground
Into that sunlight, let us wing
As latent stars seeking to shine
Like you, oh Messiah, shine today
And preach to us of God and beauty
And noble pardon for they that know
Not what they do. So then forgive us
When we have liberated from ourselves
For what we will perforce do unto you.