Faded Letters

I look through photographs and faded letters from you -
an empty shoebox on my bed -
lingering thoughts of what you said -
falling away from me -
they say that where I€™ve been is not who I am -
and where I am does not define where I€™m going -
someday I€™ll find this place -
I€™ve dreamed up things that I just can€™t let go -
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and sometimes I hide, but you always find me -
and sometimes I run, but you€™re always beside me -
I feel you beside me, never behind me -
I feel you beside me today -
this is my prayer,
Lord that I€™ll find your will my ife is in your hands draw your plans €"
use my hands -
I€™ve dreamed up things that I just can€™t let go -
don€™t let me be this way - no -
I don€™t want things my way -
my delight is in you, my Holy Lord -
conform me to your will -
Lord, do with me what you will -
all these photographs and faded letters from you -
an empty shoebox on my bed
lingering thoughts of what you said -
show me a better me.