Some of my new music

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 
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become 

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 

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 

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 
For me 

C.S. Lewis Song

By Brook Fraser