Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this,
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this,
That leaves us nothing but ourselves to kiss.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this.
The world will mark you with a fault, a stain,
The world will mark you with a fault, a stain,
Don't offer too much explanation, pain.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this.
Laugh now, so loud, within this crowded space,
Laugh now, so loud, within this crowded space,
That sighs of sorrow find no resting place.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this.
The blood still pulses strong within our frame,
The blood still pulses strong within our frame,
Take the pen, but leave the light, the flame.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this.
For God is but a feeling, softly near,
For God is but a feeling, softly near,
Present always, yet never wholly clear.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this,
That leaves us nothing but ourselves to kiss.
Grant us, God, a kingdom less than this.
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