Not holy just yet

Well, he'd always been a traveler and a seeker of something better.
Still nothing ever happened to push his hopes up that high.
But still his heart kept looking for the love he knew was missing.
And after years on end of searching he assumed he must be blind.

His steps were getting harder and the air was growing dusty.
And the clouds were movin' farther and farther the other way.
But he kept staring into the sky and asking for a blessing.
And he would pray whenever it came to mind and he could muster up some faith.

And the folks he knew would talk about just how the spirit moved.
So he figured he was standing out somewhere beyond the truth.
But they could never have given him nothin' he hadn't always had deep inside.
And a lot that now seems darkened will one day come into sight.

Just a little glimpse of heaven is the one thing he hoped he'd get.
And he'd be patient, he wasn't holy just yet.

It was said that he was stumbling and barely hanging on by a thread.
And they were sure the day was coming when he would finally fall.
But he was no longer afraid of slippin'. He was sure he'd already tumbled.
He was just looking for some forgiveness and a place among them all.

They told him one day he too could hope to stand among the wise.
He forced a smile but he knew he was growing tired of tryin'.
But they could never have given him nothin' he hadn't always had deep inside.
And a lot that now seems darkened will one day come into sight.

Just a little glimpse of heaven is the one thing he hoped he'd get.
So he'd keep waiting, he wasn't holy just yet.

Just a little glimpse of heaven is the one thing he hoped he'd get.
And he'd be faithful, he was not holy just yet.