All my children gather round.
I shall lecture on sound ground.
Know that you and I are one and the same,
That by my minded fingers you became.
From myself alone you were created,
To be gloried, destroyed, or berated.
For I possess the Maker’s awesome power,
I can destroy or augment at any hour.
Your God awaits his just reward,
Honor him, for he is your Lord!
Tonight I need your loving devotions,
Vaster even than the greatest oceans.
Drape your deepened selves in my abstract thought,
Or all my feats will have been for naught.
Submerge into your God’s whirling fray,
And bring others under his divine sway!
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