Yearning for an unseen presence
Longing for a glimpse of light
God is distant, Spirit absent.
Bonds seem broken, nothing right.
Prayer is empty, bleakness beckons.
How much longer will this last?
God has promised to be present
Can I trust that this will pass?

All the ways that I’ve been nourished
All the ways that I’ve been fed
Leave me hollow, leave me empty
Heart still beating, but lifeless, dead.
Prayer is empty, bleakness beckons.
How much longer will this last?
God has promised to be present.
Can I trust that this will pass?

Tune: Abbot’s Leigh.
© Catherine MacDonald