With These Hands Alone I stood in Silence My hands clasped tight in prayer ... Begging for Your Gentle touch That I Would feel You near. The Darkened  Church was empty As empty as My soul ... I dropped down to my knees Tears I could not control. I found a voice inside me It was trembling and weak... And in the deafening silence I Began to speak. . I am lost and I am frightened, Lord I  fear there is no hope  for me ... I search each Day to find  You But my eyes Just do not see. I raised My head to Heaven Praying I Would See ... Then In My Heart I Heard You Saying: My Child ... Just Be. It was then I  finally understood In All things Your with me ... And If I listen to the Silence There is where You'll be.     By Pam Gallo copyright 2007