My heart is singing. It has found release
And feels the healing glow of inner peace:
What joy to sense that every kindly deed
Returns a spirit-blessing for my need;
That when I lift one thought above the clay
About my shoulders is a star-strung lei;
I plant a flower in the barren sod,
It climbs to glory and I walk with God;
I light a candle for a questing soul,
It gleams within my own to make me whole;
I tune another's burdened heart to sing,
My own is lightened through love's offering;
I smile and tears become as jewels of dew--
The sun I bring to others warms me too.
War Cry
