Object

resolved to much unknown
well beyond the optic realm
I go on walks alone
lift my eyes
to the skies

chorus 1:
but I can not see
the strong hands that support me
a great cloud that surrounds me
the object of my faith

ever pondering the earth
solid matter one can view
irrespective of its worth
has this side
satisfied

chorus 2:
still I can not see...

there'll be a new earth a new heaven
the old will pass away
forever a new day

chorus 3:
some day I will see...