In the blue and grey,
It occurs to me,
That all life’s possibilities,
Seem endless.
Seem wide.
And in each day,
I wrap my mind,
Around the things I’m trying to find,
Like courage.
Like love.
For, so subtly,
In this new place,
My eyes forget amazing grace,
And, grow weak,
Grow blind.
So, remove the specks,
Of African red dust,
That shroud what I must,
Begin to hold,
Begin to embrace.
Dare me to forget myself,
Truth claims I’m already lost,
At such a great and holy loss,
He died,
He hung.
Even deep faith can grow stale,
But afresh, He fills,
This heart and will,
Through tender saints,
Treasured souls.
And when I sleep,
Angels on guard,
My fears, they do keep afar,
From my house,
From my home.
So, here and now,
Show your power,
And undo all of me.
Yes, I’ll wait here,
Drawing near,
Your servant to be.
