sunday

reaching by Alistair Chong

It's felt for so long
That when I'm weak,
I can't feel your strength
That when I'm poor
Your riches have been spent
That when I'm blind
I reach out, and your hand
Your gentle hand is gone
And I'm left in this storm of sand

How can I right now
Stand in awe
While I drown beneath the surface
Or lift my hands to you
When I'm lost for purpose
And how do I shout your praise
When I'm possessed by raging sea
And how do I abandon my heart
When it feels it already has been?

I've read your promises
And it's my very last hope
Crying out like never before
Just for something.
Just for anything.