That though we be mighty
Constellations fighting for our place in the sky
We stand motionless
For though we sing glory
It is not of our own power
Our ability lies not in our bodies
But of the one who set them in motion
We rotate and gravitate towards the magnificence we are centered on
Careening out from that galactic commencement
Which set this universally complex series of events
And all we can do is sit and observe the glory of him
He who placed and breathed his life into
We pitiful beasts
So though we be mighty
It is unto he
That is placed all glory and honor forever