The purity of the view has great allure
No human could ever create such a thing
We are not equal to the artist, the architect
Creating his minions of reality and dream
Then creating time, nature and the universe
We stand, breathe and to the heavens sing
We cannot understand how one so perfect
Would choose to spend time with our being
For these many reasons and more, we worship
It's found in the depths of those who believe
For it is the sacred creator whom we seek
And return to him, never again to leave
