May the sounds of every city in every land–
the rush of traffic, the din of piledrivers
the hum of power lines, the roar of furnaces
the whine of pumps, the howl of the crowd
the patter of conversation, the rumble of tires–
harmonize into one sweet song of divine praise
that cancels cacaphony and synthesizes symphony.
May we take delight in doing the right,
May we not only pray, but sing our way
into the presence of God.
Let God alone be God: let us belong to God.
Let gratitude and delight usher us
Into the intimate presence of God
Let God alone be good, let God be known as Love
Let Love remain for good, forever.