Beams

Sunlight framing the unknown We’re stuck gazing through keyholes To a world where we’re called Yet we just can’t go Artifacts of a foreign home All the facts but we still don’t know There’s more than what’s here There’s more than what’s here All Grace All beams To be traced Back to the king Painting with colors that faded Workers toiling blinded jaded In a world where we’re called To just go and go Every day, commonplace sacred living through and to the one who made it There’s more than what’s here There’s more than what’s here There's more to be found There's more there can be There's more than we know There's more than we see