He stills all clamor
And unveils the sanctuary.
In it are no sorrows,
No ills, nor aggression,
But the still, small voice
Speaking sweetly and softly
Of God and His love
For His precious children.
And the Lamb of God
In the midst of the throne
Enfolds in innocence
The newborn of Spirit.
It has slain the beast,
And God's child is free—
Safe in the oneness
And beauty of holiness.
