If I find in myself desires nothing
in this world can satisfy
I can only conclude that
I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at
best only light and momentary
then of course I'll feel nude when to where
I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as
I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found On the straight
or on the roundabout of the wrong way
is this a soul that stirs in me
is it breaking free anting to come alive
Cos my comfort would prefer for me
to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who
I was born to become
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as
I wait for hope to come for me
For we we are not long here
Our time is but a breath so we better breathe it
And I I was made to live I was made to love
I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope He's coming