They asked for a sign,
And I asked for one, too,
I was so blind
To what surrounded me all through!
I seek refuge; they asked
To challenge the Lord!
I seek refuge; they asked
What they could not afford!
Oh, don't you see the mighty sun small?
Don't you see the round earth a plain?
Don't you see the skies that do not fall?
Don't you see the Code in every grain?
Don't you see the power of the winds -
Those that bring rain-laden mounts?
Don't you see those with wings?
Who can, those numerous, count?
Or d'you just see, and look away?
Yes, yes, He did say,
Only those of Thought do pray--
Our Lord, You did not Create this for play,
You are the Exalted, Free us of dismay!
But when you ask for signs
Then shut your own eyes,
Hypocrisy raised to nine,
Isn't that your price?
Oh, how foolish!
Who're you really kidding?
You thought you were lavish
But only yourself, kidding!
Oh, open your eyes!
Come see the Light!
Such a beautiful prize,
And it sets all right!
