We’re designed to worship through windows
Through windows we feel like we’re there
Like the one we’re worshiping truly knows
And sees us bowing through the glare
Every window a window to Heaven
Every scene is of God above
Every vision that we have been given
Is all about falling in love
Our windows are rarely transparent
Things float on the surface between
What we see is always more apparent
Than what the things seen really mean
Because all the windows are mirrors
Showing what we desire
Fun-housing the scene with our errors
And making our vision a liar
Everything you see is an icon
Do not look at it, look through
And know that there’s one on the inside
Who is looking back out at you
And what he sees is an icon
Himself looking from the mirror
Washing away the dirt caked on
And making it ever clearer
When someday all windows are opened
And all of the doors ever close
We will see the perfect perfectly
And be known as only God knows
But here we must keep our eyes open
Walk in the light of the day
Looking out of our icon windows
And climbing through as we pray
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