"Because God is love and making is the thing love does"

The Singer in the Song The singer in the song and the ringer in the bell The painter in the canvas and the sculptor in the stone The reader as the writer in this poem as well Transcend ourselves into a higher consciousness we share In which we are surprised to find ourselves unalone When marked then by the moment to remember we were there As here as well as such the spell where inner light has shone A small spark in the dark but shared to shine anywhere Being the light of our recognition of another In ourselves as the ignition of connection to All other souls who feel it as it is will be and was To make and take this leap of faith one to touch the other The moment when you feel me as I am feeling you Like reaching out into the dark to feel another hand Conducting eternity like electricity And conjoined in this connection at last to understand Art exists as we do to remind us that we do The secrets of our souls compared and shared to make us free Because God is love and making is the thing love does Made to make we become to be the image of divine Creativity as we remember who we are Showing to be free is to be godly and if some tell Us it is not they forgot how it is to be now At not only the only but the best time we could be Singers ringers readers writers all as each a star Shining in and sharing the sky to which we all belong The reader as the writer in this poem as well We remember who we are and through art remember how As moon to sun as earth to sky when all the stars align The ringer in the bell and the singer in the song +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX