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A red-orange globe hangs in the outer reaches of distance far,
The minute gleam of gold glowing gently, bounces along the tip of each wave,
A field of dancing glitter lies on liquid restless,
Only the majesty of Sovereignty limitless has knowledge of such distance far,
Yet here we are, still warmed by the precious, beams of a thing which
Seems to have life from a Creator of higher reaches.
Sol gives energy to all creatures and tree and grass, yet it itself doesn't have a soul...
Such power without a single thought to direct it's actions.
And here we are, so fragile in comparison, but our destiny is so far higher.
For in our lives we make decisions which deal with the very heart of Love the Almighty.
This orb will perish... but the chosen few will live forever more with the Light of God!
The minute gleam of gold glowing gently, bounces along the tip of each wave,
A field of dancing glitter lies on liquid restless,
Only the majesty of Sovereignty limitless has knowledge of such distance far,
Yet here we are, still warmed by the precious, beams of a thing which
Seems to have life from a Creator of higher reaches.
Sol gives energy to all creatures and tree and grass, yet it itself doesn't have a soul...
Such power without a single thought to direct it's actions.
And here we are, so fragile in comparison, but our destiny is so far higher.
For in our lives we make decisions which deal with the very heart of Love the Almighty.
This orb will perish... but the chosen few will live forever more with the Light of God!