One Brief Glance

The world is filled with love though all is veiled

And of its golden threads our lives the weave,

To outward seeing eyes the earth has failed

And man no longer able to believe.

But Thou art here at work within the few

Breaking iron fastnesses and stone

Temples to a God we never knew

That we may be when all Thy work is done

Divine in human form, as souls of light,

Thy force in us to tear from night its mask

Revealing to the world intense delight

Of free surrender, for we shall not ask

For any gift when all the earth is ours

To worship Thee, Thy children recognize,

In all the myriad joy of life that flowers

From one brief glance of Thy transforming eyes.