"There is a Hope
that whispers a vow,
a promise to wait
while we're working it out."
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, wanting to come alive?
..Cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
and avoid the impending birth
of who I was born to become.
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
- "C.S. Lewis Song"/Brooke Fraser
