Why would you want to spend the day with me?
It seems to me you've better things to do.
It seems to me you've better things to do.
I talk a lot; I share my thoughts freely;
I want the world to know your ways are true.
But you know who I am; you see my pride.
I look away sometimes; I even run
Into the darkness as if I could hide.
You find me there; your light outshines the sun.
Why do I doubt? Why do I rarely see
The beauty that surrounds me day and night?
Somehow, you beckon gently, lovingly;
Your mercy overrides your righteous might.
Restore my soul; revive this dusty frame.
Ignite this cold, dark heart, oh wondrous Flame,
© 2022 David Acosta
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