Oh, not so clear,
Ran into you sometime ago,
Yet unaware of life - its breath I will share.
Alive not feeling, standing but hollow,
Now is loves creation - oh have hope to love.
Battered and bruised, I saw a glimmer.
Out of nothing created - redemption wakes to love,
Without love brings despair,
Ends in disaster, no wind to care.
Now you are there, life created for love.
Oh, not so clear, your love is a garland adorning its aging wayward son.
Ran into you sometime ago,
Yet unaware of life - its breath I will share.
Alive not feeling, standing but hollow,
Now is loves creation - oh have hope to love.
Battered and bruised, I saw a glimmer.
Out of nothing created - redemption wakes to love,
Without love brings despair,
Ends in disaster, no wind to care.
Now you are there, life created for love.
Oh, not so clear, your love is a garland adorning its aging wayward son.