"The Storytellers' Hymn"
lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman

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	Source and Author of Creation,
	Deep in every heart you dwell.
	Touch my soul with inspiration,
	Be made real in the tales I tell!

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They're not just words on a page, or spoken around the campfire,
It not just a game that we play, with our dreams unfurled.
It's not just empty pretending -- from beginning to ending we're making and mending --
Whenever we tell stories, we're creating worlds.

	Empress in your Ivory Tower,
	Look upon the world we weave.
	Every dreamer shares your power,
	Every moment that we believe.

The world of stories and songs is woven by human weavers,
Made up as we go along, by touch and feel.
But there's a prayer in every story -- deep in the core we find sparks of Your glory --
You're our Creator but it's we who make You real.

	Wellspring of the Storied Ocean,
	Living Water flowing true,
	Every tale you set in motion
	Flows in rivers back to you.

All that our stories have made would wither, if we kept our silence,
And all their glory could fade like a passing cloud.
But I believe You will never perish -- as long as we dare to find stories to cherish --
Wherever dreamers live who dare to dream out loud.

	Source and Author of Creation,
	Deep in every heart you dwell.
	Touch my soul with inspiration,
	Be made real in the tales I tell!