VERSE
It's not a matter of propriety
If you should do your praying quietly
There's a private sort of piety
In the silence that you find
In a corner of your mind
Might be the God you love is Lord alone
But do you know Him like you know your own
Is it His footstool or is it His throne?
That your life is aiming for
While your knees are on the floor
CHORUS
My dear your soul is a hidden thing
Like a diamond in the coal or a bud before the spring
And what's gonna make you whole is gonna pull you all apart
So don't tear your garments, tear your heart
VERSE
There's no finding any clarity
Through the veil of your prosperity
It's better kindling for Charity
Just to burn up all you know
To just what's real left in the glow
What now seems just like a senseless beast
Is preparation for a wedding feast
Where first come last until the most are least
The beginning and the end
Are both a lover and a friend
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