In Paradise

My God, why are You so far from me?
I can't hear Your heart pulse soft through mine.
Though many say I'm much like You
I cant feel Your presence most of the time.

I languish, struggling to wheather out
My parched and thirsty times of drought,
To rise above my hindering doubts
And enter Paradise.

I cannot see Your glory, Lord.
My soul has turned to stone within,
Your image fading from my heart
It's form replaced by self and sin.

So many seem to sing and shout
Without a sigh or tear or doubt.
While I, alone, seem lost in drought
They sing in Paradise.

I'm whithering without hope, my God--
I don't feel holy or so grand.
My eyes gaze sightless at your cross
My fingers slipping from Your hand.

My flickering flame is going out
Scorched through and through by cruel drought
And stifled by my many doubts
So far from Paradise.

At last the tears that seemed quite gone,
The dried up fountains gushing forth
O'erspread the barren wilderness
And bubble,ushering in new birth.

And Your own power lifts me out
Of weakening times of whithering drought
And bears me past my sinful doubts
To sing in Paradise.

There is a Song

There is a song in the heart of a girl

Who is waiting on God

To take her out of this world

No joy is completed

Or sorrow intense

Can subdue the longing

she has for her Prince

There is a prayer in the heart of a girl

With a mission to face

As she walks in this world

No crown is completed

No wreath has been won

Till the Prince by His coming

Says the harvest is done.

There is a love in the heart of a girl

As she looks all around

At the pain in this world

She sees all the floundering

Grasping hope that is new

And she tells of a Prince

Who is coming back soon

There is a joy in the heart of a girl

As she thinks of the Prince

Coming back to this world

All the weepers He’ll comfort

The wars will all cease

As they gaze on the pierced One

Her own Prince of Peace.