Lord what is man, why me
As soon as we are born
It’s a struggle to be free
Between two worlds we’re torn
We look up to search the heavens
In wonderment of our place
In this vastness we always gaze
Our spirit longing for what beckons
We are ever moving and looking
And always alluding something
We use our eyes continually Searching but never really finding
Until we finally hear Your voice
That we fervently reach for You
It’s when our spirits truly know
Your loving grace that we rejoice
PleaseBeStillMoments by Oscar Roca 