Sight

I see God in symmetry

I see God in our make-believe

I see God in our grand attempts

To make something beautiful

Before life ends

I see God in irony

In fragile heirlooms within children鈥檚 reach

I see God in our damaged good

But you see God in ways I wish I could

You see God in ways I wish I could

Without instruction

Without obstruction

You believe

Without container

Or dualistic framework

You see the Holy Ghost in broad daylight

And I see the reflection in your eyes

I see God in healing bones

In the sanctuary of our homes

I see God in the wilderness

In our magnetism to recklessness

Black or white or vivid color

After a while, it all runs together

Our stained-glass means nothing without light

I see God in our damaged good

But you see God in ways I wish I could

You see God in ways I wish I could

Without assurance

Without insurance

You believe

Without condition

Or the promise of heaven

You see the Holy Ghost in broad daylight

And I see the reflection in your eyes

I see the reflection in your eyes