Up above with lighted clouds
That float with angels in golden skies
We place our dreams that were too loud
And find a box to hide our whys.
Daring darlings that we are
Tempted children from holy God
We separate the earth and sky
And change our praises and our laud.
We leave the best things said above
While we search and cry below
And the God who made us rolls his eyes
To see the way we choose to go.
Some of us do not believe
That spirits are a very thing
And others choose to wait their life
For treasures found on angel’s wing.
Wrestling back and forth we break
And often lose such precious things
But looking now at church’s tower
We hope and wait, the bell to ring.