C.S. Lewis Song
May 30, 2009It’s funny how the lyrics of a song can come up behind you and catch you unawares.
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If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here. If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary, then of course I’ll feel nude when to where I’m destined I’m compared.
Speak to me in the light of the dawn; mercy comes with the morning. I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me.
Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way? Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive? ‘Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb, and avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become.
For we, we are not long here – our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it.
And I,
I was made to live,
I was made to love,
I was made to know You.
Hope is coming for me,
Hope, He’s coming.
