Imago Dei, the Truth that Thou art God The Truth that Thou art God, Imago Dei The image by which everyone is awed The awe which never fades nor goes away
The church will only speak with words that cost With words which you must pay for, not these words These words the church is hopeful you have lost Or chased away, like noisy little birds
But noisy little birds are more than this They do not sow, and neither do they reap And yet, they sound as if they were in bliss As if the words they’ve found are theirs to keep
So be a bird and keep these words today Tomorrow and repeat, Imago Dei.
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