Where Is It Written?

God, our merciful Father
 I'm wrapped in a robe of light
 Clothed in Your glory
 That spreads its wings over my soul
 May I be worthy, Amen
 There's not a morning I begin without
 A thousand questions running through my mind
 That I don't try to find the reason
 And the logic in the world that God designed
 The reason why a bird was given wings
 If not to fly and praise the sky
 With every song it sings
 What's right or wrong, where I belong
 Within the scheme of things
 And why have eyes that see and arms that reach
 Unless you're meant to know there's something more
 If not to hunger for the meaning of it all
 Then tell me what a soul is for?
 Why have the wings unless you're meant to fly
 And tell me please, why have a mind
 If not to question why?
 And tell me where
 Where is it written what it is I'm meant to be?
 That I can't dare
 To have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree
 Or have my share
 Of every sweet imagined possibility?
 Just tell me where, tell me where?
 If I were only meant to tend the nest
 Then why does my imagination sail
 Across the mountains and the seas
 Beyond the make-believe of any fairy tale
 Why have the thirst if not to drink the wine?
 And what a waste to have a taste
 Of things that can't be mine
 And tell me where
 Where is it written what it is I'm meant to be?
 That I can't dare
 To find the meanings in the mornings that I see
 Or have my share
 Of every sweet imagined possibility
 Just tell me where, where is it written
 Tell me where, or if it's written anywhere?