All-perceiving Lover, sensing each disguise, kindly you uncover bruised and aching eyes. Wake us into wonder at your dawning day. Halt us with your thunder on our stubborn way. Armored with our work-load, in unfeeling walls, reaching for your love-road as the Spirit calls, guide us as we fumble for the open air. Show us, though we stumble, how to feel and care. Let no gift lie fallow in self-bruising blight, hiding in the shadow of another's light. Let your new commission touch our every choice, free from false submission as we find our voice. Ever-singing Lover, good and guiding Star, helping us discover who we really are, Life-creating Wisdom, always you amaze! Fit us for your freedom. Fill us with your praise! Originally titled "A Hymn for the Conversion of Paul (and Mary, Susan, Jim, Brian, Eileen etc.)"