Earth goes around so slowly, slowly.
Day turns to night and back again.
Winter to spring and summer to autumn.
Year upon year from when to when,
and we’re coming around to the Day of Peace.
Species evolve so slowly, slowly.
Wonder on wonder they appear,
Fashioned by God, the great and lowly
Live on the earth where life is dear,
and we’re coming around to the Day of Peace.
Walls breaking down so slowly, slowly.
Eyes start to see and ears to hear.
Dogmas shift and all is holy; the
time is right and God is near,
and we’re coming around to the Day of Peace.
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