Morning Psalm

Daily I am His delight.
Daily He rejoices in
His handwork —
   all fresh, all bright,
all wrought of elemental light
to be what He beholds as me:

His song, sung out in world this day!
His theme in play! His act of joy!
Love laughs. And I —
   O it is laughter
that I am! His poem, His psalm!
In sight of Him
   how fashioned of gladness
I must be! How lark-on-wing
a thing — that He
   daily should thus
delight in me! His poem, His song
sung out, His theme! His everlasting
act of joy.

                                    — Doris Peel