We have the God that is,
The God we wanted.
Watch your dreams,
Steady your mind in them,
Soar the tallest vision.

We have the God that is,
The God that we wanted.
Confess nothing, until you know,
Love all things, until you go,
Grow with God, not away.

We’re singing songs about missing something,
Something known, not guessed or believed, known.
Know now. Now known. Now.

Quit groaning of loss and then not do a damn thing!
Wake up, recognize, rejoice, and begin to sing,
Voices raised to the sky’s original tallness!

This song spins out of my control,
It’s your souls my spirit knows.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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