God, yours is the honest and true Way;
the pure beginnings,
the righteous passage into
the next kingdom (ruled by love).
Lord, I praise your perfections
and your wisdom and judgments,
calling daily, hourly, but never secondly.
Let my words be the first words of praise every morning
as a draft of thought opens the doors of your house.
Let the sight of a million
righteousnesses cascade before me;
let them become the listeners
in a broad expanse of time.
Let the resounding truth of the Son
rumble through the hearts of even
the most stalwart foes of justice
that they may be known by you,
Oh Great Lord of Heaven, watching all of me.