In my suffering without Him,
Enriched, on her perfect soul,
She ceas’d to sing–
Yield the blue,
beloved air,–And then she found Jesus
Written By: Brandy N. Morrison
Lay your eyes on the rising sun:
Before I came to a
perfect change of time,
Each day to sing
Return the song that
your true voice
again;
Fell back upon her face
,
Jesus Is her everything
Eyes like a perfect
judge in time,
whispered my look
through the dark
night,
Lisped in her spirit and body
Laid my honest eyes
away;
Last night she
Passed behind a
year,
Lisped in her hand a
low voice,
She heard Him say, I
Am Jesus, I am your light,
And I am
Your everything.
