O God of stars and flowers, forgive our blindness;
No dream of night had dared what Thou has wrought!
New every morning is Thy loving kindness,
Far, far above what we had asked or thought.
So, under every sky, our "Alleluia,"
With flowers of morning and with stars of night,
Shall praise Thee, O Lord Jesus - Alleluia -
Till Thou shalt fold all shadows up in light.
- Amy Carmichael, Mountain Breezes
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