Incomplete
Some night comes like cold and grey(?)
With a thousand opportunities
And so many responsibilities
The standing light call my name again
God before the craziness kicks in
Will you meet me in this moment
if I come before the stone
for I walk into the chaos
Of the world that sat my door
Let me sit with you in silence
And hear You remind me, Lord
All I have to be
All I have to be, is yours
Sometimes our ways from this room
Left the quiet all too soon
The urgent token at my plea
What I should do?
Who should I be?
All too often,
I miss the chance
To be your Words of hope
Your feet
Your hands

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