When I have only asking to offer -
return, a God who listens to my pleas.
As I reveal this heart, a cracked coffer,
seize it all with your arms, give it your knees.
When questions hook my breath, unchain it -
when memories kite me and I soar
upon the nothing, find me and claim it -
claim the barren ground, claim the empty core.
Face my eyes, walk them towards the corner
where I worship you in newer hymns,
where I, all my infinity garner -
lead me where the world and its light, dims.
Walk me to any receding corner
when I’ve nothing but asking to offer.
return, a God who listens to my pleas.
As I reveal this heart, a cracked coffer,
seize it all with your arms, give it your knees.
When questions hook my breath, unchain it -
when memories kite me and I soar
upon the nothing, find me and claim it -
claim the barren ground, claim the empty core.
Face my eyes, walk them towards the corner
where I worship you in newer hymns,
where I, all my infinity garner -
lead me where the world and its light, dims.
Walk me to any receding corner
when I’ve nothing but asking to offer.
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