Father, in this place

Father, in this place I find a focus.
The things I craved are fading into dust;
Worthless words and vain, breeding their own pain
Are choked in their supply and losing strength.

Father, in this place I find a longing;
Worlds I’ve known are losing all distinction.
As distinctions fade, still the music plays,
And I’ll learn to hear what it really means.

Father, in this place I find repentance;
The longing heart is turning back to you.
Supposition dies, and I’ll fix my eyes
On the only one who ever calmed my storms.