[from the pop musical, Song of Plenty, 1974]
GIRL (continuing letter). . .
It was all so clear. . .so simple. And yet I had this feeling of pride nagging away at me. It said, “Don’t give in. Keep searching. You’ll be okay. You’ll find what you’re after on your own.”
The the invitation hymn was sung. It was unlike any I had ever heard before. This one was meant for me.
Bring my God down,
Bring my God down
From your dark and unknown skies.
Make Him the sun,
Make Him the sun
In the solar system of your lives.
Bathe in His light,
Bathe in His light;
Warm to perfect love and peace.
Be His reflection,
Be His reflection;
Let all men known whose light you are.
About this Song:
One spring during the early sixties, I worked in the kitchen at the original Phillips Crabhouse in Ocean City, Maryland.
My job? Boring the stalks out of cabbage heads and quartering the heads in preparation for making tons of cole slaw. Ironically, I hate cabbage in any form.
But this one particular day, the idea of “Bring My God Down” came to me in the midst of my cabbage cutting, and it turned out pretty well, I think.
I always smile at the line in the monologue about this song being an invitation hymn unlike any the girl has ever heard before. Even though she explains that the difference is she listened to this one, the style of this song is so unlike the average invitation hymn that her statement has a double meaning.
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