I see the darkness
I hear the silence
I feel the cold
Hidden
From your light
Your voice
Your warmth
I need to get out
I need to break free
I want out of this shell
And into your presence
As I struggle and tear
I am confused by the pain
If this is for the best,
Why does it hurt?
I become more desperate
How long have I been
Away from the Son?
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you…
Al last
You begin to shine through
My old self dies
You give me wings
I fly into your glory
You alone set me free

Emmalee Grove