A Bird in the Rain

‘twas on a sunlit morning bright

when a young bird rose to meet the light

and on the wind he struck his wings

to see the sun and to it sings:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas past the morn, the clouds did form

but nowhere near a crashing storm

our bird did fly along his way

and with a smile again did say:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas noonday now the clouds grew dark,

But nothing to dismay the lark

that on this day did take his reign

and to the earth again proclaim:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now the clouds did take their place

into the storm and break their grace

but our great bird without a fear

cried out to the whole world to hear:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now the darkness took the crown

but not to make our birdie frown

our bird flew on and through the rain

did still let on the constant strain:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now the thunder carried through

to every heart; through me and you

but our dear bird was not upset

He sang the song we know as yet:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now the lightning struck the trees

and fire rose in quenching ease

The bird was not the least bit phased

but to the world again he phrased:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now the rain swept through the streets

it covered all the roads in sheets

Our bird did look to the ground below

and let the people ‘fore him know:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now the darkness took the world

and in its blackness light was hurled

but little bird yet in flight still

did cry his ever constant trill:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in Life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now a beam of light broke through

the darkness deep and brightly grew

and with a cheer our bird yet sang

as with the light his voice, it rang:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now the storm did start to cease

the Son in glory did increase

Our bird knew yet to sing his song

and with the brightness sang along:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

‘twas now the light did overcome

the darkness deep and painful glum

to which the bird in flight did try

to add to the glory, again did cry:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in life!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in strife!

It’s now we see that light does win

in every dark there's ever been

so now we sing with our brave bird

who’s voice can still be quietly heard:

I see the light in every day

I see the light in strife!

I see the light in every way

I see the light in life!

-Lewie II