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's reach

And I see God in our damaged goods

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 we're 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