Yet the noise is overwhelming.
When will Your voice be heard
above the din
above the noise
above the barking in my head?
The voice that calls from within,
calls to You
to be heard
to be recognized
to be healed.
Those around me tell me to be still-
be still and know You are God.
They offer prayers
and words of comfort,
Yet their words do not penetrate
through the noise.
For it is not hearing I lack.
It is my sight.
When will I see?
When will I see?
When will I see?
Your glory?
My eye is filled with mist
and I long to see Your face.
Therefore, in the noise of the silence
I will wait for Your glory
to be revealed in the fog.