What glory shines in morning skies
      in dance of swirling clouds
that greet the light before sunrise
      rejoicing and unbowed!
Ref.:      So praise our maker's holy light
            that comes down from above
            to melt our isolated night
            with waterfalls of love.

God's power blazes down at noon
      to feed the hardy plants
but parches those that try to bloom
      before their rightful chance.
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Christ's sorrow shows at end of day
      in twilight's changing hues:
The radiant colors fade away
      while men his love refuse.
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God's thoughts invade like lightning bolts
      that slalom down the rain
to break the sins to which we hold
      and shock us free again.
Ref.