The sun ascends,
climbing like a sloth,
winking through the leaves.
Soon its light will spread
Like a garment laid out
upon the horizon.
For now, I wait,
Like a psalmist,
For His face to
Shine on me.
The sun ascends,
climbing like a sloth,
winking through the leaves.
Soon its light will spread
Like a garment laid out
upon the horizon.
For now, I wait,
Like a psalmist,
For His face to
Shine on me.