Lord took my sight - oh, I don't mind
Leave it buried in the pine
Teach me other kinds, other eyes
All that proud daylight never knew
Like how autumn roses find a dew
(Open close open close open close open close)
Just such a rose lays down to sleep
Wrapped in winter's careful sheets
The Soil black, the Soil sweet
Tiny hands will lean toward Spring
Quiet hands pressing everything
While the silence teaches listening
Oh, wonders of the night
No aching for a light
Still, I will wait for you
Oh, lightness of the pines
Soft, the echoes in a quiet mind
Though I still ache for you
I find a fitness in the night
Rest, in this conceded sight
The earth is dark, the earth is right
Fathomless, your loneliness, Most High
Granting this: a desert, full of life
Oh, wonders of the night
No aching for a light
Still, I will wait for you
Oh, lightness of the pines
Soft, the echoes in a quiet mind
Though I still ache for you
Out in the peace of wild things
Where God herself can darkly roam
Unfettered from our faith
All that we would blindly confer on Thee
Yes, out in the peace of wild things
Here will I wait
And lean toward Spring
