I think I am alive.
So now what can I do?
I think I will,
I feel I must
Begin to look at you.
You are easier to see
Than to turn vision back at me
Unless I want the object
More a deity to be.
In that case, you are distraction
And myself is more attraction
Since you become more a fraction
While I represent a whole.
But the world is so much greater
Than my sense of who I am,
So I glory in the wonder
And I try to understand
That someone cared about creation
And still loves each precious life
That returns itself to resurrection
After any suffering, death or strife.
That is holy!
That is sacred!
That must need to be adored!
It is where the likes of you and I and we are moving toward.
Toward each other,
Yet still alone,
Where salvation by a cross is shown
When God and man in us is known
As incarnate reality.