O God, you sit above the highest heights,
Beneath your throne, the dimmer heavenly lights;
Your glory shines to guide our stumbling feet,
Your Spirit makes our joy and peace complete.
That’s the first stanza, for those not on the Cloudburst Poetry list. …
It started as a tweet, but quickly outgrew that format (140-character limit), and kept growing until it attained three four-line stanzas. Me’s a like-a dat, as the Gungan say.
It moves into a plea for help, then a prayer for Christ’s return.
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