Vision

Here I am, wandering through Your halls,

Here I am, wandering through Your courtyards,

Beautiful imagery surrounds me.

A glance through time,

Ancient windows surround me,

What would they say,

If I asked them today,

What they know,

What they saw,

Who You are?

You tell of the rocks crying out to You,

Surely the manmade stone can cry out too.

After all, You made Man.

You made stone.

You created everything.

The beauty of what Man creates,

Does not compare

To what awaits

Past Your Heavenly gates.