Once I stood alone so proud

held myself above the crowd

now i am low on the ground.

From here i look around to see

what avenues belong to me

I can't tell what ive found.

Now what would You have me do

i ask you please?

I wait to hear.

The mother, and the matador,

the mystic, all were here before,

like me, to stare You down.

You appear without a face,

disappear, but leave your trace,

i feel your unseen frown.

Now what would you have me do

I ask you please?

i wait to hear

your voice,

the word,

you say.

i wait to see your sign

would i

obey?

I look for you in heathered moor,

the desert, and the ocean floor

how low does one heart go.

looking for your fingerprints

i find them in coincidence,

and make my faith to grow.

Forgive me all my blindnesses

my weakness and unkindnesses

as yet unbending still.

struggling so hard to see

my fist against eternity

and will you break my will?

Now what would you have me do

I ask you please?

I wait to hear

your voice,

the word

you say

I wait

to see your sign

could I

obey?