Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung

For the poet's eye
You may find him
If you may find him


There
On a distant shore

By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him

If you may

Be

As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the one God will make for your day


Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent

And the sun
God will make for your way


And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul,

Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it


While the sand would become the stone
Which begat the spark

Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus


Be
As a page that aches for a word

Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the one God will make for your day


Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way