If tis the day when heaven falls
and abandoning of God calls
Can prayers suspend the sky
mid-air with defeated sighs
If tis the day when the cries at night
no longer fears but seeks for light
would solace rekindle the hymn
of a heart drowning in sins
Yet, if tis the day each hearts are woven
and no longer ecstacy's a heavy burden
Hallelujah! prayers are descried
mid-air in blissful sighs
Does your largest organ have cuts?
