Look Unto the Heavens

Clothe Me With Skin and Flesh and Knit Me Together With Bones and Sinews

The Shady Trees Cover Him With Their Shadow

And Behold the Clouds Which Are Higher Than Thou

For He Wounds, but He Binds Up

He Shatters, but His Hands Heal

And Our Days on Earth Are but a Shadow

For There Is Hope of a Tree, If It Be Cut Down, That It Will Sprout Again, and That the Tender Branch Thereof Will Not Cease

Life Will Be Brighter Than Noonday, and Darkness Will Become Like Morning

And Those Who Mourn Are Lifted to Safety

Look Unto the Heavens