The Design (Draft 1)

Lyrics:

Someone told me that they love the trees
But didn’t know exactly why
They said, “Something about them
Makes me want to pray,
The way their branches touch the sky”

I wandered into church alone today
Beside someone alone there too
I noticed as she brushed a tear away
I shifted closer in the pew

And I wondered at the way we are designed
From the trellis of our mind
Growing, branching, reaching vines

And I thought that we are made
To face the light
If we’re anything like vines
Needing water, needing time

Hands and arms and hearts are intricate
Their purpose lies in the design
My good Creator is deliberate
His Image is the like of mine

Ah, ah

What am I except for how I love?
What are hands except to soothe?
Something in me cries to go embrace
My fellow children crying too

Oh, I wonder at the way we are designed
From the trellis of our mind
Growing, branching, reaching vines

And I think that we are made
To face the light
If we’re anything like vines
Living Water, give me time