I fall so neatly in,
Amongst your spires renowned,
Enthralled down to the river's head,
Where much is made a crown,
The merry men have been,
So long and hardly drowned,
Their path I shall not tread,
Though treasures seem abound.

Stepping into other worlds,
Takes so many steps!
Up down the stairs, embroiled in boxes,
Filled and tripple checked,
In a puff such great a start!
Well try to find some rest.

Equations coming out my ears,
Then turn to earings for my mind,
Such beauty in their description,
An elegance to convey their symbol,
They hold meaning like precious gemstones in their bezel settings.

Awash in the flow,
He's calmed my voice down low,
The spirit decending in a perfectly measured overflow,
Great buckets of uncountable blessings in an ordered row,
All wisdom does he know,
And wish to share with us?

He's about,
He's sowing in His priests,
Sowing and blowing to the feast,
Sowing and blowing yeast into the bread,
And raising people from the dead,
Speaking the unsaid with truth and love.

Its all for the great show,
All the people and the world will know,
That He's coming with life and death in tow,
The clouds His sandals,
The heavens His cloak,
And it will be glorious.