Singing through this day of God's creating
is joy of being.
Beam of Love's pure light
uplifting me, through seeing,
to moments of rebirth
of soaring free of earth.
How can I sustain such height
except I keep my God in sight,
except I truly understand
I am upheld by His own hand,
except my heart be deeply stirred
by my reception of His Word?
Light of joy, and joy of light—
vision taking place of sight!
