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 colour
 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