Will you find me in the end?
I say in such a way I cry
Knowing I believe such things
Knowing better still I try.
Will I ever reach you now?
I say as if I thought such things
But feelings have a way I know
Of making silent people sing.
But what is worship here and now?
And do I crave idolatry?
Where have all the good thoughts gone
I guess I’ll have to wait and see.