I did not know the sky was blue,

I could not call the morning bright

Until I heard a still small voice

And Lo, the world was filled with

light!

I did not hear the morning choirs,

Nor heed the lark upon the wing,

Until I heard Him call, and then

The universe began to sing!

Deaf, dumb, and blind, I walked

His earth,

I breathed His air, a thankless clod,

Until that blessed summer's night

When my dead soul found life and