Mighty comfort.

"C.S. Lewis Song"
Brooke Fraser
If i find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the felsh that i fight is at best only light and momentary,
then ofcourse I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared


[CHORUS]
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me


Am i lost or just found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become


[CHORUS]


[BRIDGE]
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming

I've been finding great comfort in that song. Amazing comfort in the song. I've been spending a rather copious amount of time waiting. And praying and hoping. Twiddling my thumbs, tearing out my hair and a whole of other things. Over things that I have no control over and wished that I still do. I haven't learnt yet to let go. But I suppose it's ok to hope.