Your gifts
Open a door
To see through a window
Where a candle burns
Drawing me to a holy fire
Without beginning or end
The light
Whose face
Burns brighter than the sun
Who gives
Every good and perfect gift
Your gifts
Open a door
To see through a window
Where a candle burns
Drawing me to a holy fire
Without beginning or end
The light
Whose face
Burns brighter than the sun
Who gives
Every good and perfect gift