I’ve been thinking on an issue
that’s been simmering at the back of my mind.
How do our restrictive definitions of beauty
relate to God’s design?
I don’t mean to seem so confused,
but in Paradise, how will beauty be construed?
When all is perfect--all is right--
where will be the contrast that brings comparison into the light?
I’ve been thinking on this some time,
and I’m sure that we’ve all been on our minds all too much.
And I trust that the choices of the righteous will align
with the divine design.
I’ve been mulling over melodies
and discarding those that won’t please the crowd.
In such an industry of rampant insecurity
I hope that my songs are pretty, and pretty loud.
I don’t mean to get this all confused,
but in Paradise, how will “melody” even be used?
When all is perfect, all is right,
where will be the dissonance that brings a melody into the light?
I’ve been thinking on this some time,
and I’m sure that we’ve all been on our minds all too much.
And I trust that the voices of the righteous will align
with the divine design.
No more:
mistaking shadows as the source,
writing love as just remorse,
redefining God as just another recourse for empty courts.
If there is “truth in beauty”, some absolute,
how do we find it—and find its proof?
If there’s no truth in beauty, and we’re all just confused,
then why do we seek out harmonies?
I’ve been thinking on this some time,
and I’m sure that we’ve all been on our minds all too much.
And I trust—as the Father makes me righteous, I’ll align…
No more:
mistaking shadows as the source,
writing love as just remorse,
redefining God as just another recourse for empty courts.
I've been thinking on this some time.
I've been thinking on this some time.
I've been thinking on this some time.
I trust, when the Father makes me righteous, I'll align.