In a lonesome place
as sun crosses the circle of sky.
Moments merge into hours;
hours into days.
Will I raise eyes and heart
and sense His warmth
or get lost in this cold earth?

Lip dragging the ground
or spirit touching sky?
Laying down heaviness...
reaching for His fingers;
mingling with heaven's
music, allowing the Son
to lift my chin upward.
Seems like someone's praying
as sun crosses the circle of sky.

Will hope buoy lonesome me?