Before My Soul Blinds Itself
There is a God I once met
Was it for my convenience?
There are so many words
I can only hope for his love
and not his judgments
But forgiveness my Lord
Tell me what it’s made of
Is it a miracle of the heart
like loaves and fishes served?
Can raw nerves catch a dove?
Tell me how Lord
Send me a sign for my remaining time
Tell me how to live a good life
Without thinking of myself
Tell me now Lord
Before my soul blinds itself
Why is it that you are so quiet
Sometimes grace seems like darkness
I see the sun and moon though they’re silent
Is it only my soul that can find its way?
Waiting for you is faith under duress
Tell me how Lord
Send me a sign for my remaining time
Tell me how to live a good life
Without thinking of myself
Tell me now Lord
Before my soul blinds itself
