I was born this way, I have never seen the day,
nor the beauty and splendour of all He has made.
No rising sun against the pale blue sky,
no oceans' tide, no mountains high,
no silver moon, gold stars shining bright,
though for me without sight it is always as night,
and so, I can only imagine it's true,
what's been said about this great vast universe and you.
Such wonders to behold which would bring sheer delight
that I would trade all other senses for one moment of sight,
for one chance to see all these things and you His,
greatest creation even my life I would give.

w.b. JS