I know you can
my eyes
haven\'t seen
In the word
I can
Conceive...
With songs of praise
Even to your glory
Still, I listen to your story...
man through you may claim his cleanness
I hear you say
My leanness!
My leanness!
Is treachery all around?
Disguised as light?
Something profound?
I don\'t have the answers.
It\'s in you I trust.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.