GOD, You know my whispering thoughts.
How can I help but run to You?
You've wiped my tears, too many to count
And yet You let me use them to wash Your precious feet.

Too many times I have stumbled, and fall.
And when I cry, You are quick to comfort me.
I am amazed, yet I still yearn for grace
I've gone to hide away in Your arms.

Why am I so distressed
At the thought of a lost sheep?
Are my prayers the answer
To someone else's cry?

Are my tears the ones to summon angels?
Can I climb the heights above the clouds?
Will I wage war against the opposing crowds?
Or walk on the waves that crash against sure foundations?

Have I yet finished my task of trying,
Desperately, to convey my feelings to You?
Will I ever be satisfied?
Can I ever be satisfied?

Such muddled emotions,
My heart is lost.
Won't You bring me back?
Daddy, bring her back to You.