Paradise Found

Paradise lost.
It just melted away,
Into rivers and oceans of factory rain.
Look what we’ve done to the landscapes of glory.
But we can overcome,
When at last we can see this is greater than us,
For we are only stewards of creation.
Oh the glory of creation!

Turning mirrors to windows, the future we see
Is a world in agreement:
This is greater than us,
This is greater than me.

The earthquakes now nearer,
The skies tumble down;
Homes, once a shelter
Lie under the ground;
But out of the shadows there stirs a sound:
We can overcome,
Yes, we can overcome,
When at last we can see this is greater than me,
We’ll see Paradise found.

Becky McGlade