HYMNALAYA

Everything is under authority

except the author

the author of all

and everything has some kind of shadow

except the brightest

the brightest of lights



Then what makes me merry

What makes me true



And everything is either a fake or false

except the truth you're redeeming truth

and everything is poor without you



Then what makes me merry

What makes me true



The author and the brightest light

gave up all, for the glory call

To be approachable