Life

Torn between present and past,
Though He wants something more,
From my heart I bleed,
Though He has something so much more,

She sits and sleeps,
Does anyone know?
She sits and sleeps,
Can anyone tell?

I look to the sky,
Though the rain beats down on my face,
Searching for His arms of grace.

What will happen?
Is our hiding place no longer safe?
Does our love run dry for Him?
Or is it, rather, that we cannot hide any longer?

I long to be found,
Yet never am I alone,
For He sees us always,
In His love light.