A keresés eredménye

In prayers we remember God...

In prayers we remember God...
We lift our eyes to the heavens
Hoping and thinking
That God's kingdom is out there somewhere
 
And in the distance, a cloud is blazing,
Like a half-dead airship
Above it, with its antennae looking out,
There's a spaceship flying.
 
There is no God, at His crossroads
Don't be a crafty soul.
God is here, in you and in men,
In the smallest glimmer of love.
 
All heaven is in the eyes of the neighborhood.
In every aberration is the face of God,
And in the vilest blasphemy
There is a divine language.
 
And that is the problem, my brothers,
How to overcome grief,
To discover such power within ourselves
That we may hear it and we may answer it
 
And we lift our eyes to heaven,
We lift our crosses so high
For our main means
To seek the greatest heights we can reach.