"Finding Heaven"

Heaven is a place I've heard
I've searched with eyes averted
Found a temporary haven
In the foundations of the earth
Cause I can see the clouds on high
When I look out upon the sky
Why can't sitting here instead
Be heaven

Making heaven
As it isn't intended
Something invented
Hand-crafted in my mind
But that isn't heaven
It can't be imagined
I still try to bend it
To fit to my design
I'm finding

Twisted up in sin and self
A higher call avoided
In my blindness I say
I'm fine with this, dismissing help
But I know there's something more to find
I'm pining every day
For some great purpose above this surface
To carry me away

Making heaven
As it isn't intended
Something invented
Hand-crafted in my mind
But that isn't heaven
It can't be imagined
I still try to bend it
To fit to my design
I'm finding
Heaven at the doors of hell
Heaven pent up in myself
My own desires distort it well
But none on earth could ever tell
What waits for us up there