" Always Searching For Paradise "

I Confess, I've always been searching for paradise
I've always believed, that God was not in churches or priests
I've always known that He, was inside ALL peoples, and all that you need
Is the ability to split a piece of wood, and He'd be there
Or lift a stone and you would find Him there, and not in the Churches of wood or stone...

I confess, I've always been searching for paradise
And I am well aware, that I am on my way
For I was touched last night, in a dream of glorious light
Where my soul was lifted and seemed to touch all things
Like a feather blanket, laid ever-so gently, over a sleeping child.....

I confess, as I realized, my state of grace had me swooning in such joy
I woke to the sound of children, playing somewhere inside the dream
And I knew that I was home, the place God needed me to be
So yes, I confess, that I've always been searching for paradise
And it came to me last night, in a dream.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)