>>16955418Out to yonder, cross time and space;
My eyes do wander, to seek Thy Face.
My heart is wounded; rent agash,
when all see is but dust and flash.
Where are You, Creator High?
Art Thou not beyond the sky?
If not around, where might I look?
Probably not in some old Book.....
Could it be the men within walked with God and called Him friend?
How can I know? I'm so confused.
I hope You laugh and are amused.
My struggles hurt; I'm tired and slow....
My arms cannot keep up this row...
I'm fading fast; giving in..
My hope is lost.
that's it
You win.
