| | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | 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 a word, Which speaks on a theme that is timeless | And the one God will make for your day | Sing, As a song in search of a voice that is silent | | And the Sun God will make for your way ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- | And we dance, To a whispered voice, Over-heard by the soul | Under-took by the heart, And you may know it, If you may know it | While the sand, Would be-come the stone, Which be-gat the spark | | Turned to living bone, Holy, holy, Sanctus, Sanc-tu ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Be, As a page that aches for a word, Which speaks on a theme that is timeless | | And the one 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------