I long for more than I’ve made for myself
More than I deserve
More than I feel, more than I see
All that’s gone unheard.
I long for more than my hands can craft
More than I’ll ever be
More than I know, more than I dream
The things unforeseen.
I long to travel the course of her mind
Trace the thoughts to better days
Sit in silence with open ears
Hear the prayers that she prays.
She asks me why I hide myself
From God and man alike
From future fears, from mother’s tears
From the shining light.
I long to talk to God and ask
What made me so often look to Him last?
I long to ask and ask again
The questions burning deep within.
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