Inside Your Head

What else can be said
Of a world you see from inside your head?

Imagine all you can
What you imagine will make you a different man
Imagine what you will
If you will it to be, then will it be real

Believe that God’s above
Believe he’s as pure as the whitest dove
Believe that God is love
Believe what you want to be convinced of

Oh God
Your world is what we make of it
And oh God
I only know what I take of it
And your word
I’ve only heard what they say of it
Will I ever hear your voice?

How long?
How long, oh Lord?

Until the steel cities turn to rust
Till the fertile field is desolate dust
Until we face, as we must,
A world that outlives our insatiable lust

We’ll steal every last gift
We will sell the rising sun
We’ll make altars to our theft
Not thy will, but mine be done

How long?
How long, oh Lord?

Your voice is grace
Your word is life
When you speak, you give
When I hear, I live

Oh, three in one
In three
When I try to speak outside
Your harmony, all my words
Fail me

But your word
Is more than what we can say of him
Will I ever hear your voice?

How long?
How long, oh Lord?