the swelling within me is pressing and true
with every fragment of thought
for an unfathomable you.
uncovering insights in dusty old words
but words that are whispered again
as every clock turns.
you're there even in the shadows
when my vision is weak
and my faith so shallow
on the city's streets
when foreign thoughts rendered
catch my mind in a snare
and i am broken by
each pedestrian's stare.
where can i go that you are not?
where can i hide my corrupt thought?
how do i appear under your magnificent light?
how could i be any sort of favored sight.
that swelling, still growing and you're taking my hand
'a few more steps up the mountain, i'll help you to stand'
looking up over my should you're smiling down
as if you your faith is in me
and you know me somehow
that look breeds a mirror in my soul
'cause with hope like that i can reflect you in whole.
no where can i go to that you are not,
a tireless pursuit of my broken heart.
sewn back together, an almighty restoration
trusting that i am your divine creation
you sweep away the brokenness
and  strengthen my feet,
to walk up the mountain,
to finally see.