Against the clock, within this bounded place, we show unbounded love, out-soaring time and space, with breath and body, eyes and voices, hands and face. What foolishness! Yet stay awhile, and pray. Perhaps today, our slow and creaking show will be the means of grace. Come and review the acts of God for the healing of pain in the drama of love. With mind and heart review the part that you played before, and admit who you really are as you hear what you'll be in the drama of love. In the Sunday Show the play is real: this senseless song, this foolish thing, is the truest thing we know. Come and rehearse the acts of God for the ending of wrong in the drama of love. Give mind and heart to learn your part so you play it well, and pretend you already are what you'll be and become in the drama of love. In the Sunday Show the play is real: this senseless song, this foolish thing, is the truest thing we know. Come and perform the acts of God for the dying of death in the drama of love. With mind and heart we'll live the part; when we play it well it's as if we already are what we'll be and become in the drama of love. In the Sunday Show the play is real: this senseless song, this foolish thing, is the truest thing we know: So on with the show!