The Unexpected God
Fine robes, music, ceremonial rites
The ancient pageant of the faiths
Outside, a world torn apart with fights
And the dying linger on like wraiths
Temples: worship of the gods above
The sacrificial animals are slain
But where is found a word of love
In world of pageantry so vain?
Unseen, unheard, a whisper in the sky
The smallest breeze across the land
And three stars converging upon high
A reaching out of cosmic hand
Seek the unexpected, follow the trail
Come to the humble, tell the tale
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