Making room seeing the dust settle 

Amorphous and declining  

So much is left in your voice  

In all, in your presence  

Wander not this heart  

Conceal from it not your wisdom  

And your victory

Prayers refract, bend in the light to tell me more

Tell me no more of trouble  

The last of my eyes grow weary

There is a moment when all that is sure sinks in  

You amaze me, tell me more

Hold fast listen while the waking hours contend

Lord make your love make it always happen  

People pass through  

They need a touch to know its you  

All that's declining

The toast they raise for another day

Wake me to the infinite truth

Of all that is precious