Here I am again Lord
H ere I am again, heart in hand and soul naked, stripped of all that helps me fake it in this world that you've created. I have kept silent much too long I have kept silent to hear better the noises, the voices that call to me, from the blue of the sky, from the grass, from the trees. You have heard them Lord, You know them, they are the voices of hope that give men maimed in battle new hands and blind men sight, teaching them a new way to cope. They are the noises of the crackling fires set in... Sign in to see full entry.