This perfect order
Of day and night
The sun blazes the morn
With golden light
Steps in the moon
Demure like a bride
Sprinkle of stars
Like a sequined sheet
The splatter of a brush
Strokes so rich and neat
The divine hand hath
In careworn delight
Bestowed his blessings
With splendour abound
We have nothing to lose
Nothing to win
Close your eyes
Forgive your sins
Take a deep breath
Realize Him within
Unto Him you belong
Unto Him you begin
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