Hail! O Holy King of kings!
Your gleaming golden surface shines.
Your Face makes silent rooms,
be it I or nations knelt,
harden silence everywhere.
Breathing...breathing.
Silence.
But a thought audible, though faint:
A whisper would deafen all around.
The presence and power,
You melt away the snow banks
of our frozen hearts.
Name above all names,
We adore you.
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