Limited understanding with short sight
Still I look and search for something familiar
Landmark with a grip although new places call
Trusting but scared of mediocrity until my tour of duty ends
Making coffee without coffee, yeah, drinking tea without tea
Hearing without action, prayers without belief
Say you haven’t forgotten my cries
Your words and love a lamp to my feet
Say you haven’t looked away
Say be still, Holy Spirit filled with your presence.
