Holy Holy Holy

The hills are robed in lavender,
The sky is dressed in pink;
    He has given to you this dance.

Who commands the hills to robe?
Who calls on the sky to dress?
    He has given to you this dance.

Angels appear as Abraham’s stars,
Singing promises ever and true;
    He has given to you this dance.

What hid them hence from mortal sight?
By whose word do they now appear?
    He has given to you this dance.

The shattered rocks in chorus reply:
He has stricken, and he will restore.
    He has given to you this dance.

For M., 11/28/23