Faded Letters (Subseven)

I look through photographs and faded letters from you - An empty shoebox on my bed - Lingering thoughts of what you said - Falling away from me - They say that where I've been is not who I am - And where I am does not define where I'm going - Someday I'll find this place - I've dreamed up things that I just can't let go - [dreamed up things I can't let go.] - [Conform in me your perfect will.] - And sometimes I hide, but you always find me - And sometimes I run, but you're always beside me - I feel you beside me, never behind me - I feel you beside me today - This is my prayer, Lord that I'll find your will my ife is in your hands draw your plans – Use my hands - I've dreamed up things that I just can't let go - Don't let me be this way - no - I don't want things my way - My delight is in you, my Holy Lord - Conform me to your will - Lord, do with me what you will - All these photographs and faded letters from you - An empty shoebox on my bed Lingering thoughts of what you said - Show me a better me.