As I look to the heavens…watching the fireworks produce explosions…
I try to imagine…what the world was like before you spoke it to be…
With every touch of color…another aspect of your glory revealed…
It’s hard for me to understand…how you can be such an artist…
Then turn something small…into a beautiful masterpiece…
I wanted to reach out to the skies…and give you the lies…
People choose to believe…about the formation of the world…
Some say it was the big bang…and even though I don’t agree…
How can I show them…the beauty in your words…
The cross a perfect representation…of what it means to love…
I try to figure out how do things apply to me…how do people not see…
With each burst of light…I thought to myself…
Could tonight be the night…that I meet my creator…
So many times…we forget to look up…
Many instances we look up to the heavens…and forget about the people around us…
Trying to live the life you have for us…but forgetting to acknowledge the reason…
Behind the explosions in our lives…times when you want to work in our lives…
Take a loud noise…and turn it into something beautiful…