Goodnight, Meg.
See you tomorrow.
Did someone say “echo”?
Don’t know how that happened. Sorry.
Soft the voices that lift in praise,
and softer still the spirit we raise.
We humble ourselves before the King,
who set His words before us to ring.
We ask for others His grace and love,
treasuring the preciousness of the Dove.
We know we need His forgiveness true,
for such as we, all His children may do.
This day we hold His alone, most properly,
render homage to Him as is right you see.
Like children do we owe Him honor bound,
forever in awe of His love for us found.