All Your Waves

He stood still seen from all directions 4
 In the midst of the heaven
 As the moon lay on the floor he stay risen all the day hastening not his going in
 One day a thousand years with him o hair raising one
 Arms a brazen bow in the lodge of the sun
 Dawning signet ring and robe
 To his beloved he gives sleep
 A voice from Ramah from the height you weep laying down to rise up again
 Fear not fear not little flock - it is your Father's good pleasure
 To the stones of Jupiter(?) the water runs this high
 And this iron this iron and this mirey clay
 In the land of Nun of countenance fallen son this iron this iron this mirey clay
 All your waves wash over me
 The queen left breathless at the sight of he if she be a wall a silver palace tall
 A swinging door fashion a cedar floor he has made ready in the field
 At the urging of the king breathless gone my son is all the yield and this iron this iron this mirey clay this iron this iron this mirey clay
 O my mirror the stars come out for you
 From the places they rest through the dark lens glazed blue
 And this iron this iron in this mirey clay
 This iron this iron this mirey clay
 All your waves - all your waves