I see the sun, a rising fire
Bursting through the morning haze
Warming every stone and river
Turning every leaf to gaze
I see the flowers o’er the field
Lo they neither toil nor spin
Effortlessly clothed in splendor
Ever glorious for their King
O I sing
For my King
Hear this cry
Lord, to You I lift my eyes
You alone are my desire
O I sing
For my King
Hear this cry
Lord, to You I lift my eyes
You alone are my desire
God is Open 
Pretty good poetry, It is always good to see this side of you and that you are not always just a polemic curmudgeon. LOL.
I’m just an old meanie.