Sing Your Songs Poem by James Gibbons

Triumph of the spirit, joyful tears
spill down his face, he falls to his knees.

Embracing, giving hope, thirsty fertile soil
wellspring of love, more than received.

Giving confidence, pursue dreams we all share
bright quest given to us, challenge to be.

Rise above what we see, join clouds floating
azure free, lighting the night incandescently all to see.

Oh how glorious, how glorious, sing to the skies
ye blessed of nature, ye blended spirits.

Ye spokesmen for humanity. Sing your songs
Oh let me hear you sing your songs
the thirsty world needs your songs.