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 words Which speaks on a theme
that's timeless While the Sun 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
And we dance To a whispered
voice Overheard by the sould 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
word Which speaks on a theme that is
timeless While the Sun 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 day
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