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Here I am again,
Caught up in this old subtended world, what a world;
Haven got a friend;
Only now I know that somewhere ( but where )
Is there, a God in heaven?

who am I
To judge the JUDGE;
whom am I
to say...
I should just close my mouth
I should just close my eyes
and maybe I should just pray. . .
Yet di I yield my arms are opened widened;
Just shut up in my bones;
the feelings
fires burning inside me;
but I am not getting zinged...

Lord don't leave me here alone, alone by myself;
Where are you now I don't know where your at;

who am I
who am I
 to judge the JUDGE;
whom am I 
to say...
I should just close my mouth
and close my eyes
maybe I should be still and acknowledge you here;
Maybe I should just pray;

and I am exhausted up into myself;
and I'm tired up trying to behave myself;
While holding back and holding my breath;

Here I am again caught up in this ole subtended world, Lord;
Here I am again caught up in veils, all the surprises all the pains,
that I've endured I am sure, now I'm cured;
Lord, you're not that hard to find;

there's nothing, no nothing left but you in my airway Lord;
you're in my passage way,
And God you're not that hard to find;
I just need to open my spiritual eyes;

I am looking upon the hills;
 A top the mountains valleys still;
And ever reaching spaces of clouds amongst the skies..
you ask why???

The heavenly breaths the wind blows melodies;
I am free while in my sub conscience I'm saying why me;
I look over the cog webs  in my head;
Lord, I look under the covers of my bed;
Where are you?
As I look I see the bread is buttered better on the jam;
Caught up in veils all up in surprises;
yet, do I yield I await your arrival;
Maybe it's me cause you've been ALL AROUND ME;
for you see it's Not GOD whose left, But I whom stopped and failed to follow;
And I am exhausted up onto myself;
And I'm tired up trying to behave myself;
and I'm while holding back and holding my breath;
And I know that there is nothing, no nothing left but to meet you in the sky as you come by;
you're in my passage way Oh, Lord
Jesus
God you're not that Hard to find

Here I am caught up in this ole subtended world;
Caught up in veils all up in surprises;
Yet, do I yield my arms are opened widened;
Shaken in my bones from all those wrongs I've done;
Lord don't o leave me here alone, with myself;
and if this is all I have left;
before my last breath Lord, God do now repent;

  






Lord, you're not that hard to find



Hallelujah

(Written by James Edward Lee Sr.  from the Anthology "Spring Song" 2012(c)
March 15 2012)
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