You moved me to dream, hope and dance;
Plumb the depths divine, my soul entrance.
You coaxed me with love and gentle hand,
On through the desert with promises grand.

I believed enough to sing from highest hill,
Though Your voice became so suddenly still.
Tomorrow yet called with dreams to dream,
As You kept on weaving Your sordid scheme.

Spirit, O Spirit of guile so sweetly enchanting,
You have led me into a wasteland so haunting!
Calling so wildly free to stir in me desire to see
What was all along divinely comical chicanery.

So now here I bow down low to an idol of lies
As mock oaths follow where your laughter flies;
One more man bound in the fool's seclusion,
Which is the promised land of divine illusion.