#289
Kneel?
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Sings the merry cuckoo clock,
As it swings to and fro
In the Painter's studio.
Now the Artist dons his smock,
Listening to the merry clock,
Dips his brush, applies the paint,
Searches for the hidden saint;
First the halo, next the wings,
Last the choir that Gloria sings.
Now that which had been concealed
Stands at last wholly revealed.
Glory Hallelujah