THE GIFT OF DESPERATION

The gift of desperation

Flying to close to the sun-

Or sinking fast,no hands to grasp,

drowning in the ocean.


Let this light inside-

This holy light,

let it be my oxygen...


The gift of desperation-

A bottom of jagged stone-

Or pushing love, disowning trust,

Destined to be a ghost-


let this glow inside

this holy light,

let it grow my soul...


My prayers have never been for me to reach this lonely place.

Though I know you,in all you do, is a design for grace.

I never thought that falling down,and shattering my life-

Was a plan to wake me up...

and move me to the rhythm ...

Within your guiding light.