In a drought spiritual desert
How many fathers do I have in this life? Maybe not enough to give me a figure of a good father. For a very long time, You were my sole model.
You were my storm, You were my shelter
You were my burning fire, You were my still water
You kept me under your wings, You threw me to train my wings
When I called, You swiftly replied
When I asked, You graciously gave
When I knocked, You kindly opened
To grasp You is what I always imagined
To hold You is what I always dreamed
To praise You is what I always knew
We used to have each other… and nothing can separate us
But why do I feel so distant now?
When I call, You don’t answer.
When I talk, You don’t listen.
When I sing, You don’t adore.
I run towards You, but I never reach You
I ask people about You, but they never told me how to find You
I plead to meet You, but emptiness welcomes me
Now it seems like You were never there for me. But You were there, were You?
I miss me.
I miss myself whose close to You.
I miss myself who adores You.
I miss myself who seeks You.
Cause I always gonna be a vessel and a reflection.
You ignite me with Your presence,
You blow life into my mouth,
You are the purpose that I stand.
So please let me be more of You, and less of me.
Because the best part of me,