c.s. lewis song

if i find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy

i can only conclude that i was not made for here

if the flesh that i fight is at best only light and momentary

then of course i'll feel nude when to where i'm destined i'm compared

speak to me in the light of the dawn

mercy comes with the morning

i will sigh and with all creation groan as i wait for hope to come for me

am i lost or just less found? on the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?

is this a soul that stirs in me

is it breaking free

wanting to come alive?

cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb

and avoid the impending birth of who i was born to become

for we

we are not long here

our time is but a breath

so we better breathe it

and i

i was made to live

i was made to love

i was made to know you

hope is coming for me

hope

he's coming