I look for something more

when He's knocking at my door.

Grace

Around me, in a smile, in a face
sometimes in an embrace.
Or a song, I sing, maybe a prayer
I breath


Not Grace but Grace

No one looks, nor includes me
I feel alone, then lonely.
I question wildly why?
I want to ask questions, reason
and finally understand but
I can't. It's cold,
I am alone.

I look for something more
when He's knocking at my door.

Grace

Calling to my heart
when faces leave me
and voices silence and the
boxes are empty, calling
to my heart to a place
far apart.

Home, calls me to His heart
His smile, His arms, His face,
His Home,

Grace.