Do you ever stop to stare
And become increasingly aware
That life is taking place before your eyes?
And whatever tales you brought
Of dread or a hurtful God
Let them out, like a fly into the night
Do you hold your special ones
Strong and soft into your chest?
Knowing they are all love's manifest;
And do you see your need for touch
Despite the value you give thought;
Don't hold yourself in hunger anymore
Do you let yourself be wild
And keep perspective mild?
Do you linger in your light a little while?
Do you let yourself be filled
By awareness' tender care?
Do you breathe? Do you in-spire heaven's air?
Do you know that you don't know?
Your head don't need to grow;
You're like the sky that thought it was the cloud
Do you see that you've been fed,
That your fear's already dead?
He who welcomed God grew out of debt
He who welcomed God grew out of debt