Gather paintings, art, music, each are pure in detail, limited
Taste every flavor or scent, with one or with none as partners
The goblet cannot know taste or scent of perfection, only One
One called our soul from Heavens, planted in Earth's rich soil
We open our eyes the first time, and there, cry out and extol
Holy is my creator and maker, his Holiness calls me home
We can't create, only reflect, what the One makes is perfect
Idolatry occurs when we think our own creation is greater
Than One's being, than the One's vision, perfect architect
Perfect creator, both artist and builder, we seek his truth
At the end our lives are measured, Heaven be restored
Our flesh is a vehicle for our spirit to be delivered
Whether or not we'll reach Heaven, isn't our fate
Only the path laid down by the One, we seek
Strive to find life outside of our reach
We'll find our home far from here
Where forever is not distant
That's found in your heart
From a plan of the One
The One shall prevail
Of all life there are none so great
Even his arms reach so great in span
None are lost, nor can they be forgotten
Their name written, in gold ink, in the book
The book of life, tome of saints, the redeemed
