#298
Wake, Now, My Senses

Wake, now, my senses, and hear the earth call;
feel the deep power of being in all,
keep with the web of creation your vow,
giving, receiving as love shows us how.

Wake, now, my reason, reach out to the new;
join with each pilgrim who quests for the true;
honor the beauty and wisdom of time;
suffer thy limit, and praise the sublime.

Wake, now, compassion, give heed to the cry;
voices of suffering fill the wide sky;
take as your neighbor both stranger and friend,
praying and striving their hardship to end.

Words by Thomas J. S. Mikelson.
Music by Carlton R. Young.