From mountain tiara
To the hem of the sea
Dressed in the clouds
And adorned in beauty
From the ribbons of flowers
to the seams of the lands
All of this glory
Made by Your hands
Each bit of creation
Sewn from spire to spire
demonstrating Your wisdom
Your love and desire
To see this body
through scarlet redeemed
Each captivity broken
And sinful heart reemed
The glory of heaven
The majesty earth
Like muslin to satin
Of the soul's deep worth
The train of Your robe
Cathedral length
Reaching down to me
With incredible strength
Drawing my praise
Like a bobbin of thread
Stitching Your garments
With glory instead
"...I saw the Lord seated on a throne, lofty and exalted, with the train of His robe filling the temple." --Isaiah 6:1
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