Daily I am His delight,
Daily He rejoices in His handiwork - all fresh, all bright,
all wrought from elemental light,
to be what He beholds as me.
His song sung out in world this day!
His theme in play! His act of joy!
Love laughs.
And oh it is laughter that I am!
His poem, His psalm!
In sight of Him how fashoined of His gladness I must be!
How lark on wing.
A thing that He - that He daily should thus delight in me - His poem, His song sung out.
His theme!
His everlasting act of joy!
Doris Peel.
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