Well I don’t know if I’ve far to go “from here to a state of grace;”
but I know one force that’ll hold the course – it’s in my lover’s face
There’re some who sneer from a heart of fear that most all I do is sin;
but if my path had me bound for wrath then I’d go there with a grin,
No God I’d serve would e’er observe my loves with such disdain,
or cast us down with a woeful frown or call our joys profane.
But if I’m right, if I died tonight, then the next thing that I’d see
is a table laid in the dappled shade where the food and drink flow free,
And everyone who has ever loved — a person, a pet, a toy —
is there tonight, and the fire is bright with every kind of joy.
For the path to grace is in my loves’ face and — sie tells me — in my own.
For God is grace, and love, and faith, and all God’s love is known
in our broken hearts and our human arts and the drive we have to know,
in the joy we take in the love we make and the will we have to grow.
So come with me where the dancing’s free and the music’s deep and broad,
and every face is a fount of grace and our loves are the face of God.