Signs and beams and visions swank
Their display clear as the day
Right before my eyes
All glitter tinsel parades
Like a prat with access to celestial bliss and glory

Gascon limelight, beacons beam
Apparitions that leave me
Blind as a beetle

God says, “it's easy, everything is easy"

And I can't find what to say ’til I find the start
And I won't love 'til I gain fullness of the heart

All the haves and the have-nots
And everything's as sound as clean
And everything is easy

And it wins, in my esteem, full prize above the rest
Like patience on a monument and the best is now
And it fades all everything dated to the start
And I won't know 'til I gain fullness of the heart, soul
To breathe again
To lay the flattering unction to my soul
Displays to fuel the flame
Make way for everything to behold
From the ground and in the air
It's a fabulous spectacle
Worthy of laudation