Something limitless, something eternal—
Spark of holy image, drop of royal blood—
Hand to point us homeward, foe of the infernal;
Something limitless is inside of us.

As our knowledge outruns our wisdom,
As we exalt our Godless pride,
We don’t realize within our stolen kingdom,
Deep in our hearts something has died.
Twisted logic endures the decay
(Suffered by weeping eyes divine);
We dash to destruction without delay,
Disregarding our own inner sign.

Oh, they tell us it came from nature;
We’ve arisen and adapted, they claim. . .
But our heart voice calls us His creature,
And it urges us to honor His name.

Something limitless, something immortal—
Memory of our homestead, dimly through the dust—
See the Father smiling, peering through the portal;
Something limitless
Is inside of us.

As all troubling questions we silence,
As we drug our senses to sleep,
We forget the heavy price for our license,
Unhappy harvest rebels must reap.
All worthwhile we explain away;
Everything evil we excuse.
The law of the jungle is obeyed today
And our best theories only confuse.

Oh, let us take the way less traveled—
Path through an unholy holocaust—
Plead for those whose doom the Judge has gaveled,
To retrieve the roots our reason has lost.

Something limitless, something eternal—
Spark of holy image, drop of royal blood—
Hand to point us homeward, foe of the infernal;
Something limitless
Is inside of us.


[Companion Scriptures: Romans 1:18-32; 2 Peter 3:1-9]

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