Dirty Panes: Psalm 104

When I look through windowpane
    of dust and humid dew,
Nature’s glory and your strength
    come barely shining through.

Muddled forms of stately trees
    like colored shadows stand
Under shroud of earthly haze
    that covers all the land.

Land that on you waits each day
    for food and water dear,
Evidence through nature’s ways
    that you are always near.

Near, you stand in happy times
    and with us you rejoice,
Also in our weary days
    when lonely cries our voice.

Many are the days I wait
    while downcast is my soul.
When will foggy pane be cleaned
    and vision become whole?

When will dust and humid dew
    be cleaned so I can see
Through the beauty of the earth
    your steadfast love for me?

Oft’ I ask, Lord, where you are
    when cast down ever low.
Long I look through what you’ve made
    to see your glory show.

May you ever clean the panes
    that darken my soul’s eyes,
Every morning till that day
    when I see heaven’s prize.

Morning’s light will pierce the fog
    and lift away the shroud,
Street of gold leading on high
    filled with a holy crowd.