Congregation

Arrayed in aether, cloaked in weighty void

the heavens declare Your righteousness. These stars

attend allotted lines, appointed hours,

by purpose anchored; yea, by splendor buoyed.

Bedecked in bulb and blade and blossom sweet

this garden, sown below, her bounty bears;

her generations stars and sand. They, heirs

of first command, fill all her spheres replete.

Concealed from chastening light and cleft from breath,

from grave-quiet lips Your Name receives due fear;

a trembling toward the day You will appear

to reconcile all faithless debt in death.

So,    

                                           Adam, son divine and grace-attired:

what worship by your order is required?

~

AMDG

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