You Moon, Have You Done Something Wrong

You Moon, Have You Done Something Wrong In Heaven / That God Has Hidden Your Face?

I Opened The Doors Of My Heart. And Behold, There Was Music Within And A Song, And Echoes Did Feed On The Sweetness, Repeating It Long. I Opened The Doors Of My Heart. And Behold, There Was Music That Played Itself Out In Aeolian Notes: Then Was Heard, As A Far-away Bell At Long Intervals Tolled.

Children Bring Their Own Love With Them When They Come.

And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart Through Years Of Rankling Pain.

When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break Forth My Old Sorrow Wakes And Cries.