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 them that is timeless
While the sum God will make for you 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
Over heard by thesoul
Under took by the heart and you may know it
If you may know it,
While the sand would become the stone
Which be got the spark turned to living bone
Holy, Holy Sanctus , Sanctus