Surrounded by tall grass, swaying in the breeze…
Knowing you makes me want even more for heaven to be real…
People are stumbling in the dark, trying to find their way…
The word “well” — let’s plumb its depths, shall we?
Innocence and wisdom no longer at odds…
Why does something that feels like forever feel like it’s ending now?
Whom have I in heaven but You? To You my wounded spirit flew…
Less than halfway, walking the loop of my street…