All Rivers Run Into the Sea

 A clapboard congregation
 sings heartfelt doxologies
 hammered out on an
 untuned upright piano
 with thirteen missing keys.

 Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

 Haunting canticles
 in a cavernous cathedral.
 Echoes of praise
 ring from pipes
 when songs have ceased.

 Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

 An orchestrated blend of rock and blues.
 A collection of redeemed sinners
 who've tasted grace.
 Ancient lyrics dance upon the screen,
 electrified.

 Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

 And which is true worship?
 Which is good and right?
 Which is met with heaven's smile?
 In which does God delight?
 ALL!

 Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

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