Lord, since I first left my mother's womb, I was looking for a way back in.

Your world has me blowing like a dry leaf the wind,

Trying to make sense of this life any way that I can,

And deceiving myself with the cunning ways of Man.

I thirst and hunger; I love and need comfort,

I have fought over dollars and worldly power as if it were water and bread.

The answer is You, O' Lord.