hands to the sky.

father present and father past,
you know my beginning and also my last;
with a heart yet in hiding, with hands to the sky,
i call you to come, i beg you draw nigh.

sweet brother jesus, weak as i am
i long for your presence, i reach for your hem;
to know beyond hope, for courage to stand,
to not feel alone in this barren land.
with words yet unspoken, ‘neath the blanket of night,
i call you to come, i beg you draw nigh.

spirit indwelling, for comfort, for grace;
mystery woven into our time and space;
speak into the silence and plunge into the depths,
rescue this soul, bring peace and bring rest.
all that you are swallows death, shadows fear;
all that i am longs to know you are near;
with frailty, humility, in darkness and in light,
i trust you are coming and all will be right.