God, are you ever lonely?
Father, are you sometimes sad?
Do you wish you
Touch a heart and make it glad?
Like a river, God's love flows down
From higher hills, through the heart streams
Like a torrent, it seeks to pound
Through tightened valves, through broken seams,
I feel light and airy,
flying like a fairy;
Free from all burden of guilt;
Free from walls I've built.