I catch a scent upon the wind, of glory
The brilliant sun is warm but pleasant
And the gentle breeze cools my flesh
I understand my presence absolutely
I don't control the narrative of my story
But still I can feel the many blessings
As the etneral enters my body, my breath
I understand all the failed ideas of man
I can't offer any sort of definitive proof
We must lose our grip, and simply stand
Waiting for the world to come to view
I long only to be washed in the truth
To embrace Love, mercy and grace
To at last touch the creator's face
