Faded Letters -

I look through photographs and faded letters from you

An empty shoebox on my bed

Lingering thoughts of what you said

Falling away from me

They say that where I’ve been is not who I am

And where I am does not define where I’m going

Someday I’ll find this place

I’ve dreamed up things that I just can’t let go

And sometimes I hide, but you always find me

And sometimes I run, but you’re always beside me

I feel you beside me, never behind me

I feel you beside me today

This is my prayer

Lord that I’ll find your will my ife is in your hands draw your plans

Use my hands

I’ve dreamed up things that I just can’t let go

Don’t let me be this way — no

I don’t want things my way

My delight is in you, my Holy Lord

Conform me to your will

Lord, do with me what you will

All these photographs and faded letters from you

An empty shoebox on my bed

Lingering thoughts of what you said

Show me a better me