The day dawned crisp and clear.
The sun pours through the clouds.
In rosy hues they glow.
The earth its' warmth enshrouds.

Gods gold sceptre ascends.
While birds join in their hymn.
From their lofty steeples.
In a melodious taqsim.

The grace of God is pure.
As it shines down on all.
All nature sings His praise.
And harkens to His call.

MJ Flack