And so, a Sabbath sun takes flight.
As night is laid to rest.
The best of which is held not just for we.
Who strain to see His art writ large across the newborn sky.
And why we choose to trade this peace is our condition.
A rendition of the garden flight from Edens sod.
O God, I pray.
Today, stay close and set the world aright.
While nights darkness has no cover.
Help us see you hover once again, across the deep.
And send your sleep in Sabbaths rest.
Not just for we.
But for all to see, the Sabbath Son take flight.
