Rooted in fundaments beyond
The Lord of Buddhas residesA dying crystal ball
Saved from deadly fall
Gently held against the light
He holds the cosmos in His mightBenevolent and free
The Lord of Buddhas offers all that's right
In His Heart He the hope to see
Everyone t'embrace the lightSo much this cosmos worn and torn
Reactions far from uniform
Many recognise the light
Yet some persist t'uphold the nightWhen all did take a stand
The ball is scrambled, bright and new
With one wave of His hand
Everyone their rightful dueMore wonderful than ever
The cosmos bathes in splendour
Re-Creation willed
Vows of old fulfilledNo one dared imagine
Such incredible mercy.
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