It's the work shop of the mind
Inventions everywhere and of every kind
A spark, a flame, a lift in thought
Something comes forth we were never taught
 

Excitement, transition to a loftier position
To capture the flash of a grander fruition
Everything fades to a background seat
As we engage our stirrings to meet
 

That strange but clear vision of something new
Not yet established but within view
We work it, we feel it in the realm of our senses
And suddenly it emerges in strong present tenses
 

The unfolding, the shape, the particular design
That entered our minds from somewhere divine
How often it had changed our humble station
As we bring forth a new creation
Oh, the power of our imagination