There is a secret place no power can infiltrate.
It comes without walls for God’s very own:
to topple it—flesh is too late!
The finger of God is making cosmos for us,
so he came to this earth with an already-wide berth,
his typical miraculous.
Then, let nations rage, and tribes strut their stuff.
They cannot compare:
grace moves, we have more than enough
courage to live in Christ’s abundant love.
Schemes hatched within walls have no last word to scrawl
in the skies that are God’s.
It comes without walls for God’s very own:
to topple it—flesh is too late!
The finger of God is making cosmos for us,
so he came to this earth with an already-wide berth,
his typical miraculous.
Then, let nations rage, and tribes strut their stuff.
They cannot compare:
grace moves, we have more than enough
courage to live in Christ’s abundant love.
Schemes hatched within walls have no last word to scrawl
in the skies that are God’s.
