of me and see that i am not afraid to walk inside the void like a kid inside a cave discovering the patterns of my soul and where it's placed i've been mapping many caverns but it still feels like a maze i know i'm made of clay that's worn blinded by a perfect fork but i won't trust the artist mold in me i am creation both haunted and holy made in glory even the depths of the night cannot blind me when you guide me look inside my heart and find a perilous ravine carved within the beauty the darkness in between standing in the balance of complete and incomplete i identify the echo of what is and what will be i know i'm made of clay that's worn blinded by a perfect fork i won't trust the artist mold in me in a room that's growing dim illuminated from within the pool of tensions empathy i am creation both haunted and holy made in glory even the depths of the night cannot blind me when you guide me i am creation both haunted and holy made in glory even the depths of the night cannot blind me because what comes is a creature only in my heart creature only in my heart creature only in my heart oh growing through the creature here i'm trying to see when it's unclear hidden in the space between the hero and the enemy early days and sleepless nights death and resurrection life my body is a sacred note sung between the flesh and hope my dirt transformed within a breath before i took a single step i'm looking forward to the day when life can grow without decay humanity is not alone when jesus christ sits on the throne these hidden mirrors expose the mess the selfish turns to selflessness haunting by a darker side transcends to walking in the light slowly i'm recovering the beauty of disguise so i mean that amount of glory does sound reasonably glorious you