All that I need
All that I have
Take Your burning coal to my unclean lips
Make me to lie down in Your green pastures
Still waters to lead me to
Rend my heart oh Lord
Cause I'm tired, dog tired, tired to my bones
Of trying to hold onto water
While time slips through my fingers
Of trying to grasp the sand
While chasing shadows and photographs
Reverend Anthony Wade -- August 31, 2012