The Drought

(Everyone sins. I know I did. For a bit (and this happened yesterday) I sinned on some thorns I can't get off. I was guilty-naturally; I fell apart, slightly apart. It wasn't until today I could finally shake it off. While talking 2 my Aussie friend from NS, it relieved a bit. This also gave me an idea to write: it took a while to write it in my cellphone and write it over in my notebook while I was in the library.)

Rocked by the waves, back and forth
I'm tired by the motions
Wish You would come down and save
'Fraid I'm braking something

My God, how much must I hold
tempted to my contempt
I need You closer, washed and folded
Tried and trialed again

Must I return now to my past
No way I'm not going back
I can't find You in this drought
I can't find You in this drought

I will smile when the mist takes over
I will sing when the melody stops playing

I know that even in this place
I know that even in this time
I know that even in this land
I know that You are here

(NOTE: I sang this song at today -Friday's- Christian Club.)