Pure In His Own Eyes
By Landon Ray Lewis
Verse I
Met a man wanting to find God
Without a clue where to begin
Or a way to know the search is over
So he asked a stranger to help a friend.
Verse II
Told him, “I found God long ago;
Wasn’t as hard as you would guess
Yet it‘s not worth the price of admission
But I‘ll tell you where to look nonetheless.
Chorus
God’s in the mirror, lives next door,
He’s at work and the corner store,
In the refined and the uncouth,
In the White House and voting booth.
God’s a theist, an atheist,
A deist and all else I missed
A fool but certain He is wise,
Filthy but pure in his own eyes.”
Verse III
He said, “I’ve heard He’s everywhere
But there’s no way He’s everything.
How can the all-knowing be so unwise?
How can the Holy One be so unclean?”
Verse IV
Told him, “No, no you misconstrued.
God was never one but many
All unwise, all unclean, and everything
Yet not in every place but in plenty
Chorus
God’s in the mirror, lives next door,
He’s at work and the corner store,
In the refined and the uncouth,
In the White House and voting booth.
God’s a theist, an atheist,
A deist and all else I missed
A fool but certain He is wise
Filthy but pure in his own eyes.”
Verse V
He asked, “Are you saying we’re God
Or that He lives in his creatures?
The former seems absurd, the latter trite
And both appear to lack ideal features.”
Verse VI
Told him, “You’re warmer but still cold;
More the former than the latter.
It’s not that we are, more so that we think
And this is the only thing that matters.”
Bridge
He left saying, “It clicks yet doesn’t mix
But it’s a start so I’ll call it a day.
My time is wasting; time to make haste friend.
Now where was I to look again? Where did you say?
Chorus
God’s in the mirror, lives next door,
He’s at work and the corner store,
In the refined and the uncouth,
In the White House and voting booth.
God’s a theist, an atheist,
A deist and all else I missed
A fool but certain He is wise
Filthy but pure in his own eyes.”
