To gather Paradise
on this dark day
begins with Imagination
mixed with God play--
And made it separate from the night,
But doesn’t that mean
That day is full of light?
When rain falls from the sky?
When birds don’t sing
And the sun just seems too high?
Just bow your head
And close your eyes
And whisper this little prayer:
God, let me see as your eyes do
So full of love and care--
Your Son is here
inside of me.
He died that day
So I could be free--
Of life that’s full of clouds
Of day that looks like night
Released to fulfill
my heart’s delight--
To gather Paradise.
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