His voice shakes the earth
But I’ve never heard it do that
His whisper shakes me to the core
It breaks the bones of my soul
It tears my heart in pieces
It floods me with terror
It gives me hope.
I imagine He sits on a hill somewhere
I have never seen where
I have never seen with my eyes
Yet I cannot help but believe
And it is not really something to control
Beliefs are not like light-switches.
I always look up
When I look for his face
Maybe that’s why I climb
My heart thinks that somewhere
Up on a hill
Is the master of all there is.
Less and less
I try for philosophical points
In every statement I make
As I once did
Yet still I look up every hill
Still I look up.
The years have not been kind to my heart
I have not been kind to my heart
Life has not been kind to my heart
But I look up at every hill
Maybe one day
One day when I am gone
The ones who come after
will reach that hill
And tell Him who sits on it
He who sits up high
Can raise even the dead
And all who long for Him
They tell me that the truth has changed
And I’ve been left behind.
Of course that is absurd to say
There’s nothing of the kind.
They tell me that what matters most
Is what it means to you
Then all the world’s a pile of dung
And you are worthless too.
They tell me that the ground is not
A starting point to see
And that the stones that held the earth
Were never meant to be.
They tell me that the truth is not
A thing to touch and feel
I guess that changes everything
There’s nothing left to steal.
The boat we sail is long and fast
And makes good time in great storms
And all life’s questions are here at last
But they tend to be about these forms.
And these forms, the trouble is,
They are of the boat,
And we are in the ocean sea
And have to keep afloat.
So how do we? who want to know
Begin to map our quest?
When all the while we are at sea
Sailing to the west.
The things our hearts burn to know
Have this simple trouble here
They are the boat itself you see
And so you see we have this fear.
How can we, while afloat,
Make our queries count?
When we are out amidst the sea’s
Limitless fearful fount?