If you hold the world

and you give it its spin,

if you paint the heavens

the stars shining therein,

if you raise the sun

each and every new day,

if you show the moon

it’s one course; it’s one way,

if you breathe your life

into dirt; into clay

so they turn into men

and they give you their praise,

if you can forgive me,

if you show me grace,

to whom shall I go

but your loving embrace?