By Lucia K Haase
I lift my eyes up to the hills;
a Light of lights cascades and spills –
’tis He who touches and fulfills…
He is adored.
I fold my hands in silent prayer
because for me, He’s always there;
of this, I surely am aware –
in faith’s great chords.
In darkness, there can be no night;
I lift my eyes – He gives me sight,
and readies me for certain flight –
I am assured.
Across the hills, into the glade –
into the world He surely made,
a Light of lights shall never fade –
it is the Lord…