Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Il pluer et le Platypus chantes

On the Rain:

"All Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in Thee."

Thunder breaks forth like heaven's laughter
And rain falls like mercy, making the world new.
Come and wash us, Lord. Renew your weary world.
Change all the clours that we take for granted
until the world seems strange again and we can
experience it like little children.
Make our joy to bubble up like a child's, for we
have sinned and grown old.
Ancient of Days, let your grace break forth
in newness of life.


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