• Oh Lord how we cannot see your ways
    We are blind to all you do
    All you behold within us
    We search the heavens for an answer
    But do not realize you are there
    In every clouded moon
    In every dying star
    You do not hide who you are
    We hide ourselves
    And yet you see all that we are
    From dust we came and to
    Dust we return
    By the light of your sunny eyes
    We are warmed, and cooled
    By your universal features
    We become miniscule