Precious Dirt

Silenced amidst a muted wood,
I know no man here ever stood.
In majesty sublime falls pride
And we blush as a nervous bride.

In green are writ longings long held,
In wind now caught are fears he quelled.
Is beauty here, the living word?
Is this the music all have heard?

Let rain now drench us to the bone;
Awake dry hearts, display the throne.
This rushing refrain, sylvan song
Stills aching souls, cries “you belong.”

In precious dirt, I find your shrine;
His reign is in this valley mine.
From depths now raised to see the sky,
One with one greater far than I.

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