Where are you now?
Are you in the church of my youth,
where my father prayed?
Have you moved?
Are you in the stained glass castle
or soaking up the praise,
at the “Worship Hall”?
Are you bruised?
Chorus:
Who is it who knows your mind,
what you think, feel or want?
Who's unraveled the mystery of time,
and understands the truth
of the Dawn of Being?
Where are you now?
On Tibetan mountain spire
balancing prayer wheels?
Are you cold?
Are you veiled in desert winds, holy lands
or granting visions
in the sweat lodge?
Are you old?
Chorus:
Who is it who knows your mind,
what you think, feel and want?
Who's unraveled the mystery of time,
And understands the truth
of the Dawn of Being?
Are you in our souls?
Are you in the heavenly spaces,
ever watching?
Eternal Flame
Do our thoughts, our words and all of our prayers
simply reflect
your infinite presence?
What’s your name?
Chorus B:
A voice in the songbird's hymn,
and soaring from a newborn's cry.
In the sounds of a galaxy's birth
and the whispers of the old
Speaking as the God above,
or subtle as a breeze in a dream.
A silent voice in monastic caves
or moving the crowd to scream;
The Dawn of Being
David C. Deal; composition, lyrics, keyboards, acoustic guitar, vocals
Ned Clark; vocals
David Coonrod; bass
Andrew Vargo; drums
Arthur Kills Straight Putnam; Native American Flute