Just out of reach,
She rests above—
The Wisp of the Sky,
The muse in my mind.
Greater than I
In height and width;
In breadth and in reach,
She reaches my eye.
For Whom does she work
But the LORD above all?
And she touts her perk
To those who seek her call.
When the day is dark,
I see her cry;
But today is light
And her spirit high.
For when she weeps,
I reminisce;
But today is light:
I reach for the sky.
For Whom does she work
But the LORD above all?
And she touts her perk
To those who seek her call.
Just out of reach,
She rests above—
The Wisp of the Sky,
The muse in my mind.
Greater than I,
Of all I know;
To one day transcend
To her is my goal.