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.
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