Yours is my story, O lord of my heart

Yours is the journey, of which I am part

Yours is my dream, by day and by night

Waking or sleeping your presence my light

 

The trappings of affluence, fames empty praise

And all of this worlds unsustainable ways

Of the scorn of creation I want no part

For you work in the world as you work in the heart

 

Yours is our wisdom, all truth is in you

Though it is hard to discern what is true

You are our network, and we are the nodes

All knowledge is yours and through us flows

 

Yours the revolution, yours is the coup

The humble exalted and the broken made new

In spirit and in truth, your tribe will draw near

The poets and the warriors who have overcome fear

 

Lord of creation, and Lord of its dance

All celebration is yours to grant

The hope of the ages in our limbs and our breath

We feast to the victory of love over death

 

Yours is our story, O lord of our heart

Yours is the journey, of which we are part

Yours is our dream, by day and by night

Waking or sleeping your presence our light