A Miracle
Charles Ashleigh
If the gods of Greece walked abroad,The sun blazing their splendor to all eyes,It would not amaze me.If the court of Solomon, the king,In clashing storm of color,Were to descend into the murk of the city,I should not be surprised.For I have conversed with a stripped soulAnd its grandeur and wonder have filled me.
If the gods of Greece walked abroad,The sun blazing their splendor to all eyes,It would not amaze me.If the court of Solomon, the king,In clashing storm of color,Were to descend into the murk of the city,I should not be surprised.For I have conversed with a stripped soulAnd its grandeur and wonder have filled me.
If the gods of Greece walked abroad,The sun blazing their splendor to all eyes,It would not amaze me.
If the gods of Greece walked abroad,
The sun blazing their splendor to all eyes,
It would not amaze me.
If the court of Solomon, the king,In clashing storm of color,Were to descend into the murk of the city,I should not be surprised.
If the court of Solomon, the king,
In clashing storm of color,
Were to descend into the murk of the city,
I should not be surprised.
For I have conversed with a stripped soulAnd its grandeur and wonder have filled me.
For I have conversed with a stripped soul
And its grandeur and wonder have filled me.