Track 6:
A psalm to the God of wonders, His majesty, and His light yoke upon us.
Lyrics:
You taught Atlas to carry the world on his shoulders
While you sprinkled stars into the black night
Held me in the palm of your hand before I was older
Than a single trembling cell about to divide
The seven sisters are your handmaidens
They lie down safely in the lair of the lion
Even the proud resistors dance to your cadence
They fall prostrate at the feet of Orion
Heaven is your throne and earth is your footstool
But you also dwell with the lowly and contrite
Should it be any wonder to me
That your yoke is easy and your burden is light
I love to watch you work like a master potter at the wheel
Fingers edge unflinchingly rendering form by feel
Precisely whirling globes in orbit rotate day and night
Should it be any wonder to me that your yoke is easy and your burden is light