My Lake

Where are you God
I am waiting for your face
I can't always see you
Through a shady mental lake

Make of me an ocean
With waters clear as glass
So while I'm at the bottom
I can see through the mass

Instead I'm in a lake
Often stuck in the floor of mud
Dwelling on the bottom
And don't even notice the flood

At times I swim above
To see the light shine through
Cause at the brim of my lake
I see a silhouette of you

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