I speak of God and lay on hands,
but there's no breath beneath my fingers.
I take my place and make demands,
but your voice--it fails to linger.

Have I gone blind?
To what degree
have I become content in what I'll never see?

I had it all
All in my heart
But I surrendered substance for what I fear to part

I stand here bold and proud and dumb
Just defending my decisions
I have resolved to carry on
With no voice behind my visions

In passion, I forgot to care
about the man behind my sorrows
Are you any more aware
of the promises I borrow?

Have I gone deaf?
To what degree
did I conflate my senses with your voice in me?

I had it all
All in my heart
But I surrendered substance for what my vision could impart.

I built a building for the Son
for a kingdom I could borrow
I've made a means of ends I've won
to forget about tomorrow

Call this a vision: seek reprieve,
peace inside this house of privilege.
The preternatural relieved
of any incidence--to damage

Am I laid bare?
To what degree
did I clothe ambition with your authority?

I had it all!
All in my hand,
but I surrendered substance for what I could command.

I see you, a vision on a distant plane.
Seeking an incision through the things I feign
before I can go, go all the way.

There is one place I can return
past the pageantry and posture.
I've taken all I wish to learn
from this self sustaining structure.

I know now, well, how I don't know
of a God beyond a fixture,
and I'll surrender every show
just to hear your truthful whisper.

I have one hope
in my distress:
o Father, visit me and show me all the rest.

I have it all,
but just in you.
Come show me who you are and what it is that you do.