Lost on a painted skyWhere the clouds are home for the poet's eyeYou may find himIf you may find himThereOn a distant shoreBy the winds of dreamsThrough an open doorYou may know himIf you may beThere's a page that aches for words which speak on a theme that is timelessOf a song God will make for your daySingThere's a song in search of a voice that is silentAnd the one God will make for your wayAnd we danceTo a whispered voiceOverheard by the soulUndertook by the heartAnd you may know itIf you may know itWhile the sandWould become the stoneWhich begat the sparkTurned to living boneHoly, holySong to song to speakThere's a page that aches for words which speak on a theme that is timelessOf a song God will make for your daySingThere's a song in search of a voice that is silentAnd the one God will make for your dayThank you for watching!