The Search
I. Darkness & Wandering
I lay here in the dark without a spark.
I search as I perched on the branch.
The valley is ahead of me,
The depth is beneath me.
How long will I go without a purpose?
A sojourner in a strange land,
I’m without a plan.
I stand on nothing in the void of life.
I offer up my prayers, but it’s unclear if they are heard.
At what cost to be lost?
I should remain strong—but what if I’m wrong?
Tears flow from my desert of a soul.
Where will be my oasis?
I taste in haste, feeding whatever my eyes can see.
Fleeting and defeating,
Wandering and pondering.
II. Whisper & War
A whisper of hope, which helps me cope.
Words fought the war within
And taught the barrenness of my soul.
Fear tears my mind,
It shears the wool of comfort in my life.
The ax comes down—
I cannot pay my tax.
III. Confession & Longing
Wretched life that I live.
What will give?
Longing to be forgiven
As I am driven to the shadows.
Outcast and unable to pass.
My time is up.
Time is fleeting—
And there’s no cheating.
Will I cease to exist,
Or will I be redeemed?
This cross is my hope—
But what if I’m wrong?
Like sand that sinks on the brink of clarity,
Is it charity, or what the blood was sacrificed for me?
Will it suffice?
IV. Cross & Redemption
Christ paid the price.
What if this is another oasis?
A place of comfort, but surrounded by sand.
Yet if the branch breaks,
Still the cross stands.
If the desert swallows,
Still the river runs.
Though my soul asks, “Will it suffice?”
Grace answers with blood:
“It is finished.”