rough draft

I stand and look your way
yearning for you as I walk apart
I try turning my feet
only to turn my head

seeking you, I get lost in my own world
desiring peace I find it
and contented I dwell
only to realise I've lost what I searched for
because I have worshiped the creation,
not the creator
I try turing my feet
only to turn my head

Looking upon your Glory
I dread the day I'll fail again
and knowing my sinful desires
Its every day I dread
Yet I try to overcome them
I try to find the goods that I desire
the good of beauty or of love or of comfort
and focusing so hard
I try turing my feet
only to turn my head

In the darkness of my sin
I wadle around crying about my weakness
accepting that I fail and will always fail
deciding whether or not to care
I sit
sometimes long, sometimes for but a moment
but I sit
oppressed by the size of the mountains
overwhelmed by God's creation in me
In the emptiness of desperation
I reach out in all directions
only to be saved by you
hearing your voice
I try turing my feet
only to turn my head

In the darkness of the sweet blindness of your light
I rejoice as a child
not needing to see my way
to know You love me.
not needing anything else,
but you.