The great lights pass over the sky
Can’t merely eat, sleep, breeze by
I want to be more. More.
A golden grain brighter.
The tiny seed of faith
sleeping in the depths
A little lamp there in darkness
braving with all, it dares.
Showers of blessing, rains right on cue
awakens in me the spirit anew
Touched by love willing to die
spread my wings and fly.
There shall be miracles, don’t you know?
With all your heart, if you pray and sow
Hope springs, Springs flow
Life’s magical glow.