Was loved by your eye
Before any tower of Babel pierced its skies
Now through every circle
Of sun and moon
Your miracle newness
Longs for birth
In every passing headlight
In every neon cipher
The tribes are here
Gathered from the nations
Yet so colour-blinded
Scarred faces hide your family likeness
But through every crack
Of street and window
Your amazing grace
Longs to rest
On every daughter of this city
On every urban son.
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