The world is charged with the grandeur of God
It shines out, like innocence from a child
It’s magnificence like bruised love reconciled
Why do fools then announce Him a fraud
Being blind to that which leaves lesser men awed?
Such fools build as rebels, energetic in their toil
Resolved to construct a tower of straw and wet soil
Only to come to the end to feel the wrath of His rod
And during all this, man knows all along
The suppression never quite reaches the source of the true
Never quite quenches the glorious song
So he works to drown out what face to face he once knew
Finding some solace in seeing that he’s joined by that throng
Which has jointly resolved to succeed in Adam’s failed coup