God, fill this space. Make it so full that it might stop time. Time has turned on me. Make it stop.
Oh that I may follow you, that I might know You and Your ways.
I know that there is a hand. It's stretched out so far that I can't see where it comes from. It searches all day and night for me. How I wish it could find me now. Find us.
Grace and mercy, please find me, I know you're sufficient.
"So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten,
Suns are like birds flying always over the mountain."
-Iron and Wine "Upward over the mountain"
