If the ceiling were the floor

If the ceiling were the floor,

the sky will be no more

or more like sky becomes the ground.

Shakes normal to its core. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

great peace our hearts'd implore;

for we would see beyond our walls

and find what time has wore. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

we'd settle all our score

because our dreams would be availed;

we'll see what Love has bore. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

we'd open wide our door

to blessings and the futures bright

and graces over pour. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

our souls would always soar;

for hope and faith would be our shield 

and charity our sword. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

The curtain'll find it tore

revealing truth to all who seek

the treasures now in store 

For if the ceiling were the floor,

My spirit would be poor. 

All glory, honor, praise to Thee

both now and evermore.