I Will Give You My eyes perceive the foaming surf, And windblown clouds across the sky;      Rainbows, forests, gleaming turf, Valleys deep and mountains high. I've ears to hear a summer rain, And children's voices bright with glee,      Singing breezes through the cane, A wondrous symphony. My tongue and lips can speak, or kiss A cheek or other lips; and sing      Joyous songs, and know the bliss Of flavors rare and teardrop sting. Strong hands have I to work in wood, Or take up pen and pages write,      And clasp in prayer; and, oh how good To toss a stone or guide a kite. If you need mine eyes for seeing, Ears to listen, lips for molding      Words, sweetly singing; being Helpless, hands for holding, This very breath I breathe so deeply; The heart which beats within my breast,      All of the life that burns within me, These I'll give you with the rest. ©1969 by Wayne Hepburn - All Rights Reserved