Faith

Longing again

FAITH

How I long to have you wet my eyes,
Again
Surrounded by ocean yet
A droplet feels dry

Without you I am sick
My heart is wicked
Wash me in your love
Steep me

I’ll lay in the grass
So please
Dry the dew on my skin,
Again

Paint my skies rosy orange
Open my lips
And I will sing your praise

Spoon my eyes
Give my fingers strength
And I will bring the walls down

I miss you, Lord

But I knew not
Things too wonderful for me

I know not