In the Fog We Find the Light

My head is a storm, my thoughts are unclear,

The path disappears, yet the friends are near.

Confusion is heavy, it bends me low,

But the Light hides inside the “I don’t know.”

I cannot clean the mind with my hands of clay,

So I give it to You, take the fog away.

Not for myself do I ask to be bright,

But to build us a vessel that shines with Your Light.

The Ten is my compass, the stars in my sky,

Without them I stumble, I fail, and I cry.

So I cling to their hearts, though my reason may fall,

Above all the noise—I hear Your call.

So let this confusion become my prayer,

A cry from the depths that rises in air.

Correct this vessel, broken and small,

Unite us together—and dwell in us all.