Let your eyes climb the risen steeple.
The Christ is a bell calling us to joy.
Towns lie flat, and there are earthbound people.
Too much grasping and rooting can destroy.
Let your eyes climb the risen steeple.
Live with the wind that bloweth where it listeth.
Live with a sky that opens to the stars.
Tell a higher truth with every breath.
Such altitudes and attitudes are ours.
Let your eyes climb the risen steeple.