On silent wings he flew up high
To part the milky sea;
Waves were drapes of fine white silk
Beheld by a halo of pearl,
Soon the moon ceded its light
As the rays of the sun began to unfurl

He pauses for a heartbeat
And hovers like a dove,
His hands are vines tenderly searching
For the weary and the despaired,
So he wields needle and thread
Because a torn-up heart can be repaired

Farther he will fly to the sun
And farther past it still,
Until you and I are lost in the past
To face all the wonders unknown,
He will come robed in starlight's luster
And in heaven's embrace
Guide us home