Finding God

I am wearing white, and forget how easily it stains,
As I sit beneath a tree and examine the ants.
Who’s laugh can shake the mountains?
Oh I met Him when I was young, He’s here.

I firmly believe God is always at my back,
When I turn to find him is when he’s not there,
I must never doubt, and walk forward,
Oh I can hear the Ocean, Oh I can hear the Ocean,

In the silence a voice can be heard,
Once unplugged we are able to find the river,
Water can be the closest thing to His love,
For water can fit into my every groove and surround me like Him.

Zealous voices screaming, trees start dreaming,
Boys learn how to kiss, Girls learn how to wish,
Some swim in the bottle, I swim in the music,
Words are but a sea, and I must stay afloat.

Plans are but dreams, and we must sometimes awaken,
His hand can guide a world, and yet we escape the fingers,
How we tear each other open like packages,
Looking for something that may not exist inside.

I am a hopeful romantic, I hold fast,
Through all the sea of faces I look for one.
Maybe love is overrated, but for God’s sake,
I will find the package that needs not be opened.