20 Apr Sunday Pts. I, II, III

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I

Listen, listen
I have only just arrived
And the entire time you’ve
Kept yourself so occupied
Take a seat, dolcezza –

I know it’s hard to believe
In something you can’t see
I know it’s a lot to perceive
But that is the mystery

Sunday has arrived
Another week ahead
It’s a Sunday still but
It’s just like I have said
Take a seat, dolcezza –

I know it’s hard to believe
In something you can’t see
I know it’s a lot to perceive
But that is the mystery

II

With a burning beard of white snow
A bronze face speaks without a sound
And then underneath the guiding stars
Tombs lift themselves from the ground

You won’t understand until you see it
You won’t believe your eyes
At all the beauty you shall see
Like a portrait of a world
So very far away
You will see it all unfurled
And it’s only the first day

III

Remember what you had thought back then
You thought you had it all figured it out
And ever since then, things have changed
You exchanged it and still you doubt
Because you can’t see

You still want to find a way
To spend your sunny day
Why not simply waste away
And sit here with Me today?

There’s always so much left to do
And look, there goes today’s sun
Is there satisfaction in it for you?
You will die before it’s all done
Because you can’t see

Come and waste your sunny day here
With Me

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