For I have scaled the top of Enigmas very mountain,
as an old Griffith charachter in a forgotten movie, I sought to drink from a finite fountain.
As as quickly as I scaled this peak, nay more so, I fell
And long and nightmarish was the plunge, such as words can not ever tell.
Certainly I was believing the time has come to die.
But God showed me that I am a man among men, saying "To me, my son, do fly"
The true faces in the crowd were those of the Children of God
whose eyes well with tears of joy, as the songs of Zion have stood.
the faces sought in more foolish days are the ones who seemed somehow to leave,
the faces of God's Children are the faces who in Christ have faith.. and Believe...
