Come Lord, Come.

For my soul is void

Tainted with lost hope

Lost dream

Forgotten desires

Void of praise for myself

Gone farther than its hoped

Dared darker than belief

God where are you?

Where is your intervening?

I know you have done all,

Yet I need more grace,

More heart.

I need you,

Oh how I need you,

Every morning,

Every night.

I need your love,

Your dreams that are relatives,

Your dares that have become non fiction,

Oh god come.

I'm tired of losing,

Of despairing myself,

Why must I continue,

Why must I beat my own soul?

You alone know what is good,

For I am tainted,

Lost in my mind,

Bring me out my god.

Show my your glory,

For mine is not sufficient,

Come lord.

Come.