While Tears Gather Moss

 As I step inside the courts of God..

The midnight hour will command no discord.

Whilst eagle's wings are an arch above..

Into the realm of the dove,

 I will fit like a glove.


Through the heartache of bristles,

and thorns on my way..

My only seclusion,

are on my knees to pray.

While tears gather moss,

and my soul yearns for much..

My strength is pursued,

by my Father's gentle touch.


I am striving for perfection,

Oh Lord of my life.

My cloak and my dagger,

I wear from all strife.

As mercy brings forth,

as yet I know not..

Peace fills my heart,

without wrinkles, without spot.


You know me like no other..

You hear my silent call.

You find me in the darkness..

You break down every wall.

While seeds fill the soil,

with hope for to feed..

The supplier of my needs,

destroys every weed.





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