Lately.
I'm not.
myself.

Watching.
and waiting.
For one word.
One sound.
One whisper.
of His voice...

Tell me it's okay, Daddy..
This road that I'm walking.
Tell me I'm panting
for water that satisfies.
'Cause lately I'm drowning
and in this moment I'm faint.
Am I breaking through the crowd
Touching the hem of Your robe?
Do You find beauty in me
or am I just another woman
speechless and meek?
Find me in my wanting
and rescue me in my despair.
Father...
Father...
Are You real
or am I dreaming?