“I Sought Thee, Adonai,” Ensign, Oct. 1979, 7
I sought thee, Adonai, and I found thee.
I sought thee among the firs and the alders,
among the stars of clear skies.
I found thee not there.
I sought thee on hilltops,
I sought thee in clear streams,
in the gold and red of trout,
and I found thee not there.
But in the clouded and starless night
when I sought thee with tears,
when I knelt in ashes,
I found thee; thy finger touched me.
And now, among the firs and the alders,
among stars and on hilltops,
in clear streams,
and in the gold and red of trout,
I find thee, Adonai,
I find thee.