births every living creature,
casts the sea, sand and stone,
carves them each a certain feature,
a certain hue, a certain tone.
His light is a Ray,
it colours every detail,
it frees the birds at bay,
and darkness will exhale.
You know, He's in the stormy clouds
and in the choppy sea,
so why should you have any doubts?
Look up; it shines for me!
Smash, thrash, swish, swash,
the melody is more in than out;
Music gives the heart a wash,
Did you hear that din? Shout!
In the gale, He pulls you back,
when deserted - are you really alone?
Remember, He's always on our track-
After all, He crafted our very bone.