the world is charged with the grandeur of god the world is charged with beauty it will flame out like shining from shook foil it gathers to a greatness like the ooze of oil crushed because the holy ghost over the bend world broods with warm breast and with ah bright wings and for all this nature is never spent there lives the dearest freshness deep down things and though the last lights off the black west went oh morning at the brown brink east ward springs because the holy ghost over the bend world broods with warm breast and with ah bright wings 
['christian metal', 'christian punk', 'deep christian rock']