Lord,
I see you in the clouds,
In the billowed landscape of the skies,
Glory in the spaces where they divide,
Throwing shafts of light to earth
As though the sun were giving birth
Where the dark and light collide.
I see your sacred footprints
Along the edges in silvery shimmers;
This reflection just a glimmer
Of your hallowed, gracious hand,
Bringing rain upon the land
And grace upon this sinner.
H. Horner
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