|
|
I whisper
weak whimpers
of what once were my prayers
I watch my
soul falling
faith scattered in thin air, I
have limp hands, cold feet, I
look away
from
what I no longer see
in You, in me
I am now
no longer
closer my God...
to Thee
After All
Words and Music by Anna Rundall
Copyright 1999
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