This morning I saw the sunrise.
On my way to fish, out of the dark river bottoms;
I saw vehicles on the highway, flowing east and west,
commuters, were like ants, in the way they progressed.
Some were in a column, sometimes they passed each another.
I saw white lights, on my left and red lights straight ahead.
Rising up behind a distant hill I saw more colors. Ever so faintly I saw
the beauty of another day, then I thought of Him, and there came a spirit,
and I realized loneliness was not solitude and that I need not travel alone.
Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to thee!