28.7.1989.
By steadfast gaze on You alone
my soul begins to know
And see unclouded who You are;
from this my worship flows.
No difference does it make that I
have lists of things to do,
My day can be unceasing praise;
unbroken time with You.
The task at hand - no matter what -
can be an act of praise;
One long unbroken practice of
Your presence and Your ways.
How glorious the little things
can be when done for You.
How light become the bigger things
when gazing just at You.
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