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And behind the gift
There is a plan
Not a secret to exclude you
A secret now told

Nothing stays scattered
Everything in heaven
Everything on earth
Every broken piece
Every loose end
Gathered up
Into one whole
Not erased
Gathered

And where is he seated?
Above it all
Not to crush what is below
But to fill it
A head is not a boot
A head gives life
To the body

A plan that gathers
Has already decided
That nothing
Is written off

The direction of history
Is not the drain
It is the table
Where everything
Is set in its place

Above every rule
Above every force
Above every name
That has a name
Not by the sword
By the morning
After the tomb