"From the darkness, sleeping light." Formerly luminus dormiens. Lux pacis, light of peace.

Quote: "Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us." --Bill Watterson, cartoonist, Calvin and Hobbes

20040316

voca me

[try to set this to music]

Shall I alone be, where I have a choice to make?
Shall I fallow be, where I have no choice at all?
Shall I in duty send me to this place?

I feel such great need to praise the Lord for me
I feel such great pleasure saying that I lucky be.
For not one other in the same circumstance as me.
Has made a choice as I did, far as I can see.

It's something new, that I saw once before
But now the past two years are done
Where shall I go but toward that I passed before
And resolve myself to getting done

A crossroad is here again, though more experience made
Still lost amidst the maze, I did before.
Where to? Underneath the tree, where lies the shade
Still lost amidst the maze, I did before.

Where was the song, that I had hoped to sing?
That could summarize what I feel, of everything?

I cry beneath, not ready to go below.
But I failed to realize that I'm already there.
"My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go."
But I failed to realize that I'm already there.
The place that had the things I most fear.
What shall I see, where shall I go?

All the years of my life, shall stay behind.
Woe to catch-up, never quite in reach of the goal.
Oh, Domine! Voca me! Be not cruel, but be kind!
Woe to not knowing, woe that ties me to the shoal

In shallow water, I stay behind.
Literally, I am deaf to what I cannot see.
Literally, I am the deaf among the blind.
Literally, I am deaf to what I cannot see.

There my friends, of me so supporting.
Shall I leave them all behind?
There are my friends, of each reporting.
Shall I stay, leave future behind?
But I would--cross the same road again.

So I dwell, between two places,
Both potential hell.
I can meet some old, some new faces.
But time passes, and rings the bell.
How can I choose--I'm lost again.

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