We are real: who can deny it? We can touch our elbow and clearly know,

It’s solid, just like our toe.


We go to work, we play in a field,

We scratch our finger,

Soon it’s healed.


Yet somehow deep

Within all this

Something holds us

Near its wrist.


Something makes us to a nation,

Makes hills and rivers to a world.

Something is the Wisdom,

Something is the Joy,

That is the Total Kingdom

Is every girl and boy.


With kindness this One is giving us recall,

We are not just little, we are All-in-All.


We are not just little, we Are All-in-All.