I hung on every sound cast down
You flexed and flayed your way through space
Smiling only at the voice you'd found
A sound that distance couldn't fade
What is a sacred voice
The timbre of God or the baby boy
The freezing rain or the thawing snow
I know, I know
You lit a fire inside us all
Empty space made into grace
A hope so fast forgone
A sound that found us all
What is a sacred voice
The timbre of God or the baby boy
The freezing rain or the thawing snow
I know, I know
The pulpit doesn't seem so tall
The words fell short
Their meanings lost
And though I hung on every sound you made
I can't recall
The words you said