Behold the Glory

In the sacred black of nighttime where hang the stars awaiting an angel's breath to blow them to where God's hand is anticipating their sweet alightening once more, wrapped in glorious diamonds of dew to shake upon the thirsty flowers making them shiny and brand new Blind below walk people half-asleep who never look around to capture the wonders that are everywhere that make an ordinary day a rapture Open your eyes oh, child, and peek at a world that spins in glory unique