Where the light hangs out
  in the corners 
    playing on the wall

Unexpected beauty
  a whisper to the soul
    of holy space

Because once you really look
  the light is not where we want it to be
    it hangs out on the fringe

On the ground, under the paper bags
  in the park, sleeping on the sidewalk
   light unexpected, holy

Not what we picture
  bouncing on the street
    still it is light if we choose to see

Because there's beauty in all
  God's children bouncing
    in the fringe we don't notice

So open your eyes
  see where the light plays
    you might find more than you know