from my height the distance made them small i swore they couldn't hear the Spirit call i judged the stumbling of the quiet feet because they couldn't parse the chaff from wheat i thought the silence meant a lack of fear that grace could never reach a mind unclear oh tear the scales of logic from my eyes and let me see where true faith stands by i am not saved by mastering the creed but in the savior meeting every need forgive the way i measure out the soul and try to make the fractured body whole by cutting down the tall to fit my door and barring all the simple and the poor i saw the member distinct from the rest who put my feeble focus to the test i told the eye it had no right to see the mysteries that were too high for me i called the heavy talent psychiatry because it brought the body to its knees forgetting that the Spirit grants the part to pump the blood into the common heart until the simple looked like criminals and giants looked like broken prodigals i heard the singer with the simple rhyme and mocked the meter and the common time i called the repetition hollow praise a shallow pool to wash the weary days then turned upon the poet's strange design the intricate and overwhelming line and said the obsession was a mental break instead of art made for the savior's sake oh tear the scales of logic from my eyes and let me see where true faith stands by i am not saved by mastering the creed but in the savior meeting every need forgive the way i measure out the soul and try to make the fractured body whole by cutting down the tall to fit my door and barring all the simple and the poor the potter forms the vessel as he wills the valley floor, the jagged granite hills the simple prayer that barely makes a sound the lightning strike that scorches up the ground are both the breath of God inside the clay who am i to wish the gifts away or claim the hand that holds a heavy tool is guided by the conscience of a fool so bring me down to kneel beside the rest where no one is the wisest or the best just beggars finding bread upon the floor and learning not to keep or count the score so bring me down to kneel beside the rest the mind is not the measure of the man but Christ, the rock on which the sinner stands [end]
