With sick and famished eyes I wait
Knees that double, bones that shake
Every breath a brittle thread
Every prayer half-said
To Thee my cries, to Thee my groans
To Thee my sighs, these broken tones
They climb a sky that will not bend
Is there an end?
My throat, my soul are hoarse from calling
Dry as dust in desert air
My heart a field long left in famine
Left to crack beneath this care
Yet I call
Yet I call
From the hollow and the hunger
From the fear of going lost
Yet I call
Yet I call
If my only prayer is falling
Let my falling find the Cross
My heart is withered, scorched and thin
Like trampled soil that bears no green
As if Thy hand had turned away
Refused the rain
My thoughts turn ‘round and ‘round again
Circles carved in restless sand
I’m spinning in this silent room
LORD, are You moved?
My tongue is tied in twisted questions
Faith and doubt in tangled lines
Still Thy name keeps breaking
through them
Like a dawn I cannot find
Yet I call
Yet I call
From the hollow and the hunger
From the fear of being lost
Yet I call
Yet I call
If my only prayer is falling
Let my falling find the Cross
LORD, I fall
I fall, I fall
Like a stone through deep unknowing
Like the rain through wounded ground
LORD, I fall
Still I call
I fall, I fall
Like a stone through deep unknowing
Like the rain through wounded ground
Lord, I fall
Still I call
If I never see the reason
Be my reason here and now
Yet I call
Yet I call
From the hollow and the hunger
From the fear of being lost
Yet I call
Yet I call
If my only prayer is falling
Let my falling find the Cross
Words by J. Lewis
(music by OpenMusic)
Haunting song but if we are honest many of us have experienced this to some degree....Haunting yet glorious when my "falling finds the cross" Well done Pastor