CS LEWIS SONG

Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout
of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me
is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
‘Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth
of who I was born to become

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me

I find myself wanting. I find myself questioning. I find myself lost again. Am I less of who I was and more of who I want to be? Why do I feel like in spite of *all of this* I am far away and detached from everything. What happens to a hope deferred?

Help me believe.