Every opening bud of light
Every spire of springing grasses
Mixes with lovely birds songs
Making the vocal air happy on earth
With melodies of divine happiness
As delicate flowers tinted the air
With perfect perfume, the lofty trees
Of the forest waves their foliage as a stream
With evergreen leaves as they floss-
I come to you with empty hands
As i set my eyes upon your cross
I toil my soul upon thy path
Heal me with enough light
As i cling onto your cross
Remove this dark shadow
Award your infinite love on me
(c) Amb Martin Ijir 2018
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