There is a beauty seen
Of flowers, sunsets and other things
Birds, butterflies, cloudless skies
And rain
But all these pale, indeed, they fail
Before love in comparison
The soul of wisdom, the art of living
Beyond what painter or poet can tell
The soul is colored with feeling
Bluer than any ocean
In the eyes of a child, dreams of the wild
Reckless abandon of emotion
Laughter, freedom, the joy of play
The dance, the music while we sway
The appreciation of giving thanks
Feeling blessed by luck or chance
Faith there is a God above
And we are children of His love
Hope of the eternal, sighing
Heaven is not just for the dying
Every soul has known some part
Of beauty in wisdom, love and art
The feeling of light at the dawn of day
Beyond what mortal words can say
In this soul all swept with blue
Are images I have of you
Memories of every smile
From every tender loving child
Until death...yes, until then
We should be as those children
Whose beauty fills them from within
Spilling into the lives of men
Be that beauty, in us found
Like the music beyond the sound
Such grace the dance will find it odd
To reach and touch the face of God
