Give us eyes to see, Lord.
Eyes to see your Glory
In the buds on the mock magnolia,
In the sun rising early this day.
Give us ears to hear, Lord.
Ears to hear your Glory
In the optimism of birdsong,
In the roaring of the thunder.
Give us lips to speak, Lord.
To shout for joy at your Glory,
To tell the wonders of your mercy,
To speak of things experienced.
Give us hands to do, Lord.
To be your hands, to be your feet,
To untie the bonds of oppression,
To share each other’s burdens.
George R. Pasley
March 03, 2021