I Measure The Days (Simplified Anglican Chant)

our voice is like the deepest ocean

So rich with color that this language cannot name

You speak in shades of thunder

In storms and rain you have brought me low

With one word you can call the halcyon waters forth

Your face is radiant like an ancient star

It burns across the universe of my mind

I put my hands over my eyes, my prayers they make no sound

My knees pull me prostrate to the earth

I wait for the morning light like a watchman

Your presence it is like a whisper

It is here and then it hides away

I see the flaming skies, the summer fields in bloom

I see the beauty glimmer through the rocks before it fades

Back to the ground I am returning, I measure the days