Subseven Faded Letters
I look through photographs and faded letters from you -
an empty shoebox on my bed -
lingering thoughts of what you said -
falling away from me -
they say that where I've been is not who I am -
and where I am does not define where I'm going -
someday I'll find this place -
I've dreamed up things that I just can't let go -
[dreamed up things I can't let go.] -
[Conform in me your perfect will.] -
and sometimes I hide, but you always find me -
and sometimes I run, but you're always beside me -
I feel you beside me, never behind me -
I feel you beside me today -
this is my prayer,
Lord that I'll find your will my ife is in your hands draw your plans –
use my hands -
I've dreamed up things that I just can't let go -
don't let me be this way - no -
I don't want things my way -
my delight is in you, my Holy Lord -
conform me to your will -
Lord, do with me what you will -
all these photographs and faded letters from you -
an empty shoebox on my bed
lingering thoughts of what you said -
show me a better me.
