Wake Up To Find Out That You

In Wickedness Of Pride Is Lost The Light To Understand How Little Grace Is Earned And How Much Given.

Counting Stars By Candlelight All Are Dim But One Is Bright; The Spiral Light Of Venus Rising First And Shining Best, From The Northwest Corner Of A Brand-new Crescent Moon Crickets And Cicadas Sing A Rare And Different Tune.

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

Comes A Time When The Blind Man Takes Your Hand Says Don't You See?

It's Better To Wear Seaweed Socks Than Stick A Melon In Your Brother's Ear.