The drops fall
The birds chirp
And He hides
Behind the curtain white

Giving way to his master
That now is your time
O! My great Lord
So excuse me if you will

The Lord sweeps in
With all his majesty and might
To rule the sky
To appease his children

And the servant hides
Having done his job
Having been cursed upon
Receding back to his sanctuary with a sigh