Searching a dirt and gravel road
in the half light .
Seeking any presence of the Lord
from the shadow of the wind .

Parched and dusty walking alone
Counting every rock and
Every blade of grass .
Compassions heartbeat
reflects
the shadow of my teachers .

Feeling a Thousand years old
yet struggling to be reborn .
Five minutes to midnight
from the shadow of the turning.

Taking a journey through
the center of my heart .
A voyage beyond
the shadow of my soul .

Wanting answers to forever
is each rock really numbered
along with every blade of grass ?
From the shadow of my
darkest hours
to the shadow of my
salvation.
In the shadow of my faith
and the shadow of my mercy
Comes the shadow of my
Love .

I am stepping out over
the bridge
acrossed the shadow
of still water .
As thunder slips behind .