If I find in myself desires Nothing in this world can satisfy I can only conclude that I I was not made for here If the flesh that I fight is at best Only light and momentary Then of course Ill feel nude when to Where Im destined, Im 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? Cause my comfort would prefer For me to be numb And 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 Hope is coming for me Hope is coming for me Hope is coming for me Speak to me in the light of the dawn Mercy comes with the morning, morning I will sigh and with all creation groan As I wait for hope to come for me For me, for me, for me