Knowing that you’re near, my Lord
A tender tear floats through the air,
And all my life I’ve been waiting, too
Yet waiting now, it seems too long,
Where is the hand that caressed me
Alone, at night, in my dreams?
Where is the whispering sound of love
That soothed my soulwhen you were gone?
Passing shadows condensed to song
Yet silence seems to drip out loud,
Through a glass darkly still it spills
Searing my heart with a stone.
s.k. lindeman