In much confusion
like those at the foot of babble
who believe not in god to reach god
these eyes get so tired of searching the skys
and these arms so weary
reaching up, returning empty again
In much trepidation
like those in the belly of a boat
who believe not in god for life
these eyes get so tired of searching the skys
and these arms so weary
reaching up, returning empty again
my questions, my fears
will fall away, away one day
and my eyes will be satisfied
and my arms full
*words by Sarah Kennedy