Soft as a footstep on pine-needle path;
Soft as the brush of a cool summer breeze;

Soft as the bubbles in baby's warm bath;
Soft as a light snow on evergreen trees;

Bright as a blossom in meadows of Spring;
Sweet as the scent of lavender, so light;

Swift as the flutter of hummingbird wings;
Sure as the roll of the sun to its height;

Strong as the rush of the wind,
when it comes,
Sweeping the clouds
away with the morn,

With the Power of Light,
and thunder's stern drums,
And trumpeting Angels,
sounding the horns !

In the glory of sunrise,
the hush of the dawn,
I wait in first-light,
like a just waking fawn,


Mild and expectant,
in the mist and the dew,
waiting, Lord, waiting -
waiting for You.