Power And Spirit - Ian Anderson, Jethro Tull

Touch down after muddy rugby in the softer evensong

Steal through open doors to heaven in angelic sing-along

Tinsel echoes in the rafters still the air in stained glass light

Our voices chaste, un-broken, pure, take manly message to the fight

I sense the power.

And I sense the spirit move

In stately corridors of oak and stone, vaulted above

Beyond the nave, beside dark transepts, candles flicker in the quire

First the glow deep in the belly, tight grip of faith to fan the fire

In the chapel, I am wondrous in the eyes of lesser boys

Raptures touch me, lift me, shape me.

Brotherhood, an ode to joy

Stiff white ruffs on cassock’d ranks with hand on heart and hand on sword

Elevated, born to service, to service of the Lord

I sense the path.

I sense the glory road

Position, influence, my head above the earthly clod below

Follow me to serve dark Master, He whose number might be His name

Branded, burning, power unholy, just have to love Him all the same…