I am always asking God to speak to me
Desperate to hear an answer
Just to let me know that I am on the right path
In everyway that I can think of
I know that he answers but I don’t know if I always hear
The irony of being human
To feel and think so much
and still be stuck in
But still I hang on to faith
Faith, a light from a match, in a room of darkness
Small…but can still make a big difference
and it is with this one match lit, that I ask
my God to provide a candle
so my light may last a little bit longer
and shine a bit brighter