Some kind of faith

Here, I would have given You A thousand things if only I could ever really be with You But I seem to be ever only- On an endless merry-go-round But the goings not so merry The way is steep, and I- Go down down down That broad and shallow path. Yet still I hear You're singing Broad and deep with lines of age Aged unto eternity Yet You are as young as today And only as old as tomorrow. So here, I'll look at Your promises, Hold them up under a bright light Let the lantern slides tell secrets If only to know You save. But faith is all I have now Faith that Your promises are true. And surely You're used to this by now, This utter-aching, this doubt. Yet God I cannot help but find A poem that I have in mind I pour it out, an offering One to give my heart to Thee. If I am Your child And Lord You are mine. I will need a miracle By this very night. And I cannot help but feel, This curious, curious hope, That somethings already happening That somethings been put in motion.