Will you, can you, make me see, Ah, It is only revealed to me, when I look above, to thee. The wisdom of the world can only claim a part, But You, dear God, inhabit my full heart.
The universe contains You, yet You dwell within my soul, A mystery so vast, yet it can make me whole. The mind of man, a fractured, finite lens, Cannot comprehend where its own knowledge ends.
But lift the eye and turn the heart to grace, And in that gaze, You show Your holy face. You are the Truth, the simple, shining key, Made known to all who yearn and want to see.