You ask me what I'm thinking and you ask me what's on my mind,
but do you really want to understand what's on my mind, when I lie awake in bed
Staring at the ceiling with nothing on my mind,
yet the universe crowds my thoughts and keeps my eyes awake.
Looking inside myself, like a reflection in the mirror,
standing in awe of your creation, carried away by the whisper of the wind
gentle and light, full of compassion and warmth,
yet chilling to the bone and leaving you ever so cold
full of hate and love and wonder, that He would create such a person
Simple, I am.
Controlled. I am.
Alone, I am.
wandering and wondering and making my own way,
guided by the one True Light, I yearn to call my own.
Whistle for me, way down the block,
I will hear You.
Pull me into Your loving arms as I await Your embrace.
I feel deprived and needing.
I feel so tired and waiting.
I need You, Oh Lord.
I yearn for Your Will.
You say You have a plan for me, that something is to come
And I trust You, Lord, I wait for You, Lord,
and I give You all of me.