Fleeing what I do not know, I flee to where I cannot go. Recapture me.
The bridge between my heart and mind, you come across myself to find. Recapture me.
You come and knock on imagination’s door, you come to show to know you;
Is what eyes and ears are for.
With ears that hear but not receive, with eyes that see but can’t perceive. Recapture me.
Your paradox and poetry, they speak of one sacred certainty. Recapture me.
Through prophet’s madness make me wise, through foolish faith open my eyes;
You’re the Living word that must be heard.
By Michael Card in Scribling in the Sand
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