The coming will fade
And the even, and the odd
And the silence will speak
And you will know God
Sunrise will arrive
With the child, and its name
And the stars will appear
As we all come the same
I wrote you a gift
And I folded it in fours
That gift is mine
This gift is yours
From a hundred strong angles
Come light beams and seasons
From three still triangles
Shine thousands of reasons
From free-spoken tongues
To the swelling of the steeple
I live with my hopes
But I die with my people
From the peace in the field
To the heartbreaking violence
We will hear we are here
When we keep our silence
The coming will come
And the even and the odd
And the silence will break
And you will know God
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