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!
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