Yet

Excited are my eyes, to witness, to witness,
The view from the perch of my own purpose.
Tell me, dear Father,
What I am yet to discover
In me, in me, in me.

A life un-lived is a tragedy,
A dream un-dreamt is inside of me.
Tell me, dear Father,
What I am yet to discover
In me, in me, in me.

Do I see me clearly?
What is in a name?
Tell me, dear Father,
What I am yet to discover
In me, in me, in me.

Wading deeply am I,
In what I was handed,
Tell me, dear Father,
What I am yet to discover
In me, in me, in me.

With arms poised, and stance erect
I look into it all, I am direct:
Tell me, dear Father,
What I am yet to discover
In me, in me, in me.

Yes, excited are my eyes to witness, to witness,
The view from the perch of my own purpose.
Tell me, dear Father,
What I am yet to discover
In me, in me, in me.