C.S. Lewis Song Brooke Fraser

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 I'll feel nude

when to where I'm destined I'm 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?

'Cos 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, He's coming for me

Hope is coming for me

Hope, He's coming



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 me, for me, for me