In the rage of storms, in the whispering breeze: You call me.
In the shadow of dreams, in the quietest stream: You feel me.
In my tower of "LONELY", in the promising sky: You reach me.
In a child's cry, in a beggar's need: You fill.
In the wound of wars, in an empty heart: You bleed.
In a widow's house, on an addict's bed: You grieve.
Tears fall unending, though only You see,
Mirrored here before me, and only You speak,
To feel "good enough", You complete me.
No words have I to describe,
No pictures can I paint,
I can't shout loud enough,
To compare with Your grace,
