Where once there was a stagnant air I sucked into my lungs, The vibration of your boundless voice, Shaped by ten thousand tongues Has shattered particles of light And split the atoms in the air. My oxygen has come to me And I am new aware: I'm breathing
Today I caught my heart on fire. I felt it in my veins. Yesterday I caught myself Pining for spring rains. But you—you kindled deep the flame And colors burned surreal. I became the firewood-- You taught me how to feel. The cold and heartless cynic Which winter wrapped
With a quiet desperation In a room so full of fear I draw the covers round me And feel you sitting near; You do nothing. I am hungry And my mind is full of noise. I've lost my inhibitions And I've lost my gentle poise. The
You speak in thunder here tonight To a soul that cries and calls And begs you set it now aright, And catch it lest it falls. Rolling thunder, gentle rain My pride's umbrella blocks. You open doors, pelt windowpanes While I am locking locks. Acts of worship, morals,
How long, oh Lord, until I see The way I am unclean in heart? How long until I can tell I see it all only in part? My sin flows like blood: I am soiled. But you are obscured from my sight. How long until I have strength To push