Wake to the Joy that God has made,to the Fire that is leading our parade; Sky and Mountain unafraid march together. Tigers and Angels twirl in air, there’s a brand, new excitement everywhere and a wile alleluia prayer grows!
Gray light is speaking to blue, and the blue light is speaking to pale, and the pale light is speaking to gold, and the gold light is Word!
Fountains of water splash the earth as a rainbow of parrots flies to birth. Children singing out their mirth clap together. Laughter o ages is reborn as the swords into plowshares are transformed; and our praise on the breath of a new morn flows.
Sometimes I think a stranger’d make a better friend than I; just when things mean most to me that’s when they pass me by. I know that I don’t want a stranger to tell my troubles to…I need someone who knows me, like you.
Sometimes you must grow tired of me and want to let me go; then I come and beg you take me back again and though I know that you don’t need a stranger to tell your troubles to… there is no one who loves you as I do.
For me it’s hard not to show how I feel; feelings always seem to get the best of me. You make it hard for me with all that you conceal, well we’ve got to find a better way to be.
Sometimes I look within myself to see what’s hiding there. Yet all the while I’m searching I can find no comfort anywhere. No, I don’t want a stranger to tell my troubles to… I need someone who loves me as you do.
Blessed are the roads of twenty years traveling, long and winding passages of wide and narrow love; treasured now and blended int pathways for tomorrow, and we shall hold each other for a long while.
Where we’ve been, I don’t know, but no love has ever been stronger. My door is always open for you, my love endures.
Blessed are the flowers of twenty years blooming; some were strong and laughing, some were delicate as air. Gathered all together they make a brilliant portrait; and we shall hold each other for a long while.
Blessed are the roads of twenty years wedding, sad and happy moments of the fullness in our lives. Blessed are the friendships that hold us both so closely; and we shall hold each other for a long while.
Think I like this country friend, I like the way it smiles at me, I like the way it knows my name; I see now what you meant so long ago. Think I like this evening friend, I like the way if comforts me I like the way it listens to me; I see now what you meant so long ago.
Stars fall above me now, streams such behind me now as I walk my way past the mountain.
Think I like this moving friend, I like the way it tucks me in; I like the way t sings to me, I see now what you meant so long ago. Think I’ll leave before I cry, you know I couldn’t really settle down. I’m only glad to pass this way, I see now what you meant so long ago.
Rest in peace, my sleeping friend, I’ll keep your star before me as I go. God knows I loved you in a special way, I see now what you meant so long ago.
To the blind depth of the sea, venture your trust, and believe that one day by the shore it will be returned to you.
For to withhold your treasure is to perish, what greater gift than hope is there to give a friend?
Know this: giving is life herself.
An open hand be to the Storm as to the Sun; be a welcome rest for the unknown, and for yourself, just be yourself. For to withhold your treasure is to perish. What fairer gift than peace is there to offer a friend? Know this, living is gift itself.
And when they all turn from your gift, leaving a scare, then into the blind depths of the sea venture your trust again . For to withhold your treasure is to perish. What fairer gift than love is there to offer a friend? Know this, giving is life, living is gift, loving is life in gift.
Sons of the Morning awake, yielding your trust of the night to the day and it’s promise, to the pale and the warm of the dawn in birth.
Born into darkness, children of starlight, you have come to this: a dream born of slumber raises your eyes to reveal you grown and strengthened. So arise with the blessing of manhood to receive at this moment your rightful names.
Stand it is now, this hour, this is the time of light, breaks the day. See Honored Father Day-fall reveals us standing in your presence. True sons, we are proven heirs, of this we wake deserving. To the day and it’s promise of splendor, the the pale and the warm of the dawn in birth.
Brightest and Best of the Sons of the Morning dawn upon us and share your Lord’s joy.
Lyric, Pat Groves, Music, Leo C. Nestor, 1969.
Recalling the 1969 Graduation and Closing of San Luis Rey Seminary College .