The dripping tap I hear each day,
No sense of comfort thereby shared.
Each single strike I hold at bay.
I wish that someone only cared.
Too much, too little daily spent,
When nothing makes my heart content.
Forgiveness for our sins we're given.
Repentance all that's asked to show,
We grace the steps of life long riven.
Eternity the dice we throw.
No start or end to living see,
His price of death our hearts set free.
And in the middle we did start
Our quest to more than puppets be,
A search for other lonely hearts
In lives with vast and angry seas.
But only He does know the catch,
That to our hearts own rhythm match.
Forever after has no end.
In childhood’s nature always sought,
However much to winds we bend,
Our last hours living He has bought.
Whatever ways our lives we play,
The tap keeps dripping every day.