[FONT="]The art of the heavens
Is in our hands,
To shape, to paint
But never understand.
Rather, to accept ,
To feel,
The shivers
Echoing in our blood.
The joys, the mysteries,
Never completely bared,
Only the beauty
Forever to be shared.
As I think of you my Lord
And see your face,
You are the eminent flower,
The vision of grace.[/FONT]
Is in our hands,
To shape, to paint
But never understand.
Rather, to accept ,
To feel,
The shivers
Echoing in our blood.
The joys, the mysteries,
Never completely bared,
Only the beauty
Forever to be shared.
As I think of you my Lord
And see your face,
You are the eminent flower,
The vision of grace.[/FONT]