A room without
and place devout, eyes looking down
and I'm feeling cold. And selfish, less bold than
warranted.  
I fear you! Do you hear me
I loathe you! See me
pleading for Him to come out. Behind the pew appear, up the stairs my soul slithers. His sun scorches
my sins on fire. *** and desire
if I only I knew your smile.
Weightlessness I long for Her,
fearlessness I run to You.
Oh let me hold You
tight forgiveness!
Let my fingers brush Her beautiful hair,
mercy!
Sitting bent,
hushed nevertheless
seeking This.