Look to the clouds?

Heart-struck golden, glistening in Your Son's light,
Pure of holy fire, burning just to catch His ray right,
Walking in His way right, Holding to the Word, pray to stay away tonight,
From all who'd scheme astray tonight, May I not be the lion's prey tonight,
Instead crush his head for trying to darken the white, so bright,
Your joy is what gives this Body it's might, the Love of Christ, Return to us,
Most hoped for sight.