How like a gentle spirit deep within
God reins our fervent passions day by day,
and all gives us strength to challenge and to win
despite the perils of our chosen way.
Let God be God wherever life may be;
let every tongue bear witness to the call;
all human-kind is one by God’s decree;
let God be God, let God be God for all.
God like a mother eagle hovers near
on mighty wings of power manifest;
God like a gentle shepherd stills our fear,
and comforts us against a peaceful breast.
When in our vain pretentious we conspire
to shape God’s image as we see our own,
hark to the voice above our base desire;
God is the sculptor, we the broken stone.
Through all our fretful claims of sex and race
the universal love of God shines through,
for God is love transcending style and place
and all the idle options we pursue.
