I heard Your mysterious Word,
and sighed for a long-missed Friend.
But I am sure my prayers were heard;
coming through the grief to the end.
Coming out of this long dark tunnel,
the eyes of my heart ache from the light.
You're pouring me through Your spiritual funnel;
will You sift me with Your might?
I hear myself speaking Your Word,
as if recalling a old dear Friend.
It's You I want to be heard;
take my ego. Make it end.
Longing for the words to make me like You;
is this desire from Your love?
Make words come, but make them true;
only the words of the borne-above.
Born of a night of gut-wrenching grief,
but with impending resolution.
Leave my sins cast on a reef;
Grace and Mercy is my Solution.
I may always begin with despair,
then You come with Your rope.
As if I had spoken Your good prayer
soon I must return to Hope.
