LOST IN DOING


Why can't I touch the things I love

Its like there's a glass wall between

I stare through in admiration and want to scream

Unable to find a window, just the handprints I leave

When will I be close enough to feel them breathe

My soul yearns for something I can't perceive

Alone behind the glass I will continue to be

Save me from this isolation, oh won't you please

My heart burns hot but I can't find relief

Please know that I loved you even if you could not see

Only my Father in heaven can save me from this misery

Call me home; set me free from the pain of no ecstacy...

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