When I think of Heaven, when I see beauty
I'm moved to believe from a simple view
What I am seeing is not the thing of focus
What I see is a result, of a masterful intent
It took the eye of an artist, grace and power
Found in a creator's hand, to create such truth
And all I see is the object, not the reality
For my mind is small, unable, flawed
But someday too I will see it, in awe
Every single aspect of creation revealed
And only then will I be renewed
I'm moved to believe from a simple view
What I am seeing is not the thing of focus
What I see is a result, of a masterful intent
It took the eye of an artist, grace and power
Found in a creator's hand, to create such truth
And all I see is the object, not the reality
For my mind is small, unable, flawed
But someday too I will see it, in awe
Every single aspect of creation revealed
And only then will I be renewed
