Echoes, reverberations shimmering into stillness, ethereal hum. Until a lone voice beats against unseen cliffs, until joined by voices both higher and deeper, echoing back to repeat and restate, a calling out
against the backdrop of deep darkness, of still emptiness, a planet of loneliness, geography of need, an aching for whatever we lack, whatever we anticipate, whatever we hunger
that lingers on, wafting out, driftwood smoke, longer and longer than we thought it could last, slowly stilling. We have not yet received what we asked, but still we ask, even in the last silence: My soul waits for God.
lyrics
I am alone out here
Who can find me?
Out of the depths I cry
Who can hear me?
From desert land to forest
From setting sun to morning
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
I am alone out here
Who can find me?
Out of the depths I cry
Who can hear me?
From ocean deep to Everest
From southern pole to arctic
From desert land to forest
From setting sun to morning
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
And in the darkest places
For those whom morning hastens
And in the darkest places
For those whom morning hastens
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
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