An echo has a voice a shadow has a shape
These are simple truths no one can escape
What on earth is real, and what is not?
Mind or matter, all begins with thought
The winds of change are always blowing
Where are our immortal souls going?
The vapor of the clouds, are only a facade
Of the heavenly perceived home of God
The glorious life of which we preach
To true believers is within reach
From valleys to the stars above
There's no power greater than Love
Divinity is beyond man's mind hence
To understand we need a spiritual sense
Echoes of the traditional truth may be heard
By listening to the lighted path of the word
