“You don’t have a soul, but you are a soul and you have a body.” - C.S. Lewis
So my sweet soul, a scintillating song
Where golden stardust collides
And flowers pulse through my veins
The body, still as a stone
How the being it becomes
From the dust of our ancestors
Built from the Earth, the beginning of time
Who are we? I must ask
When we saw the first speck of that bright light
Pulled from the mother’s womb
To a world of despair and destruction
We are that gold, laced through the porcelain and glass
Binding our broken world, we are that gold, I say
Born perfect to an imperfect realm
Good-hearted and kind, I know who I am now
We are the souls of the land, cast down by a gracious hand
For a short time, I will stay
But one day, my body will become still once more
And my soul will be again welcomed by my creator
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
“You don’t have a soul, but you are a soul and you have a body.” - C.S. Lewis
So my sweet soul, a scintillating song
Where golden stardust collides
And flowers pulse through my veins
The body, still as a stone
How the being it becomes
From the dust of our ancestors
Built from the Earth, the beginning of time
Who are we? I must ask
When we saw the first speck of that bright light
Pulled from the mother’s womb
To a world of despair and destruction
We are that gold, laced through the porcelain and glass
Binding our broken world, we are that gold, I say
Born perfect to an imperfect realm
Good-hearted and kind, I know who I am now
We are the souls of the land, cast down by a gracious hand
For a short time, I will stay
But one day, my body will become still once more
And my soul will be again welcomed by my creator
This is based on the quote by C.S. Lewis and my views on our souls.
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