Hope

C.S. Lewis - A Song

I find in myself desires that nothing in this world can satisfy

I can only conclude that I was not made for here.

If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,

then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Speak to me in the light of the dawn

Mercy comes with the morning

I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout the wrong way?

Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?

Cos my comfort would prefer me to be numb

And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become.

For we, we are not long here

Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it

And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you.

Hope is coming for me.

Hope, He's coming.