I lift my thoughts to you in prayer
Yet so often they drift away
The ache of absence made me aware
Of longing for you presence to stay
My body made from soil and dust
Grows out its prayers of only wood
In thousand ways I spoil the trust
Yet you work everything for good
Your absence too has its silent voice
It calls to follow the shrouded longing
Small light guides through world's darkest noise
Love holds to the promise of belonging
If your spirit does not enliven
Dust returns to its earthy source
Though eternity's assurance is given
My life must still run its earthly course
Yet so often they drift away
The ache of absence made me aware
Of longing for you presence to stay
My body made from soil and dust
Grows out its prayers of only wood
In thousand ways I spoil the trust
Yet you work everything for good
Your absence too has its silent voice
It calls to follow the shrouded longing
Small light guides through world's darkest noise
Love holds to the promise of belonging
If your spirit does not enliven
Dust returns to its earthy source
Though eternity's assurance is given
My life must still run its earthly course
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