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image could we have of Him without the sun
A hundred thousand million rays, a smile on everyone
And what image could we have of Him without the stars
A festival, celestial, sprinkled near and far
Most of the time we are refugees from the promptings of our hearts
Come on home to the sun, come on home to the One
Come on home again - to the Love
What image could we have of Him, without the sky
Cherubs chasing round like clouds, at dawn and eventide
And what image could we have of Him, without the sea
Mysterious,
sensuous, unfathomably free
Most of the time we are exiles from the centre of our being
Come on home to the sky, come on home to the height
Come on home again to the Light
We can always find Him - forget about the past
We can always find Him - we only have to ask
Come on home to the sun, come on home to the One
Come on home again - to the Love
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