It’s that moment of fear You’re not near.
It’s this time of the year I cry without tears.
Been busy all lifelong.
Been fighting, not stopping running strong.
Been loving, yet losing the song of my soul.
Hope that is seen is not.
Hope at times moves you to doubt.
Hope waits despite the unsought for drought.
I plead You, speak now, I am listening.
I ask You, move now, I am waiting.
I thank You now, You are listening.
