As the moon to the sea,
Gentle rain to the withered land,
Tender touch to a yearning hand,
So you are to me,
O Master, Mystery of God,
Center of the Covenant
As the wind to the tree,
Loving glance to a lonely heart,
Beck’ning hand to a child apart,
So you are to me,
O Master, Mystery of God,
Center of the Covenant
As the earth to the seed,
Mirror pure to a tarnished soul,
Brilliant flame to the brittle coal,
So you are to me,
O Master, Mystery of God,
Center of the Covenant
Iambic Nana 