Ready

I search for answers and truth

among the shadows and fringes,

I travel through this land

of dying dreams and false hopes,

and no matter where I turn

it always comes back to You;

You are every answer,

You are every truth,

You are all I need.

When nothing seems right,

when the light no longer shines

and the whole world

comes crashing in,

You are there

like a cool springtime breeze,

when no one hears,

when no one cares,

You stand by my side

closer than a brother;

the King who laid down His life

for a wretched piece of filth

like me.

In this life I have become a joke,

a fool without hope,

a lost ship tossing and turning

upon the raging ocean waves,

look inside and see so much more;

see the sincerity,

see the passion,

see the desire,

see the love.

Make my life fruitful,

make me a well from which

living waters flow,

make me a son in whom a father

may take pride.

I am ready Lord,

ready to do Your will,

ready to belong to You,

ready to come home to You.

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