You'Re Not That Hard To Find

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)