To the sound of your voice
a soothing melody
to the 206 bones in your body
the warmth of your breath against my chest.

To the oaks with drowsy Spanish Moss
the sound of the ocean as it roars
to the seagulls that hover overhead for a treat.

The smell of bacon and waffles in the morning
to the homeless people pushing a basket
birds chirping on a telephone wire.

May each be blessed on this earth
until a great purpose is revealed
until each of us admits

I was confused and lost
and still I loved
and forgot what I forgot about glory

as I seek your light
my sweet Lord...