The road to heaven may not be a road at all
and words like water from our mouths they fall
in pain and sorrow I hold my head in Your hands
with hopes tomorrow will bring us calm again.
The earth, beneath us is trembling as we say
that the world around us will never be the same,
will never be the same.

So fill your chalice with the work of human hands
and fill your baskets with the Body of the Precious Lamb
Because the road to heaven may not be a road at all
and words like water, from our mouths they fall
The earth, beneath us is trembling as we say
that the world around us will never be the same,
will never be the same.

And You are,
on my mind
on my lips
and in my heart.
You are
my one God
yes one God
in three parts.

The road to heaven may not be a road at all.