Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Give thanks to the Lord for he is good,
for his love has no end.
The Lord is my strength and my song;
he was my saviour.
There are shouts of joy and victory
in the tents of the just.
The dark scrawl of apple branches
into the star-fire
like a love letter
over the laps
shimmering every living thing