When the world stood still
Sacred houses of God
And your will
Silence and musicians
talking
To themselves or so it
seems
To us so brief
Abandoned cities
The beauty of nature
No laughter just shelter
Here I stand
Alone
One master and his audience
In remote places
A digital world that has
come to halt
But just for one year
We don’t get wise nor
learn to change
We are just humans after
all
But we rise
Rise above
In the shelter of God’s
hands
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