God is not in his heaven

As he has lost his way And we’re all his figments of his imagination Lost in the hidden sea of sorrows were shadows dwell We wander into infinity Following trails of cosmic dust Finite and afraid We sit in wonder and despair We deny our lust For god is not in his house Nor on his throne of light and shadow, as shades parade He is here next to me, as quiet as a mouse Playing chess with angels and demons Only a candle marks our time, our movements To the metronome I feel my soul roam In the darkness far above It is dusty in white Shimmering arms of grace I know the fine filaments of time Like intricate lace For he has forgotten Our face, he is not in his heaven As we have lost our way!