U2 Concert – Charlottesville, VA
October 2, 2009
The closest thing to church
So many of us will ever see
Better than some churches I could choose
But only a whisper of what a church can be
Here we hear hints of holiness
Murmurs of the Magnificence
Echoing beneath the moon and stars
Paroxysms of praise in rising rifts
Bono grows plaintive 
And the Edge closes his eyes
We share the music like bread
With our hands held high
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