
such joy in heaven
those who seemed dead are alive
to be seen again

such joy in heaven
those who seemed dead are alive
to be seen again
small acts of goodness
for the friend who gave his life
doesn’t seem enough
new shoots pushing forth
seeds that fell and died last year
promise to bear fruit
those who do evil
avoid the light of the truth
preferring darkness
there’s no shadow at high noon
all are exposed to be seen

can’t see with our eyes
water which we thirst for most
only with our hearts