Losing Faith, Finding God
Revelation from heav’n I grasped
My hands in prophets hands were clasped
In my heart whispered God’s own voice
In promised kingdoms my heart rejoiced
In God’s own house I entered in
I strove for virtue and wept for sin
But reason’s thirst did inward cry
I gave it sip, and falsehood died
Revealed the scriptures mortal pen
Fell prophet’s mantle, shew common men
And knew the voices I thought divine,
Had sprung within, were always mine.
Yet is beauty lost at reason’s price?
Is goodness now spoiled, all virtue as vice?
But if the beauty of God had sprung from man
Let it grow in the vessel where it all began.
Thus I found that the divine was set free.
Fallen from heaven and found within me.
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