"God's Song" By Bobby Torpey

The priestess in the chapel
And her trembling hands;
And her enchanted eyes;
And her enraptured soul;
And the sight of her weakened body
As it sank to the floor...
And the sight of stunned onlookers seeing
In their eyes, a victim;
But in her own eyes,
In her own soul,
Her being was drawn
To a more liberating vision;
it was the presence of the lord...

The law was never passed,
The sin was never committed,
But, somehow, all the Earth seems locked
In hatred's squalid Dance of Death.

No one was saved,
No one was found.

But our savior is already within us.
He dwealeth in silence;
Awaiting the sound.
He stayeth in secret;
Losing himself,
In order to be found.

He stays in the womb of our souls,
Awaiting the birth of our hearts...