If You Were Here

God, can you show me how to grow These wings of mine are shorn and shattered in the cold I learn each lesson over and over and over again But I'm still small and worn God I know that you are near But each time my head spins from what it hears I wonder why you left so much unresolved I can't change it alone If you were here How would you speak? While the world keeps on revealing itself For what it is God, can you show me how to trust How you grow again the garden from the dust To put myself aside and read between the lines enough to see the signs of change If you were here How would you love? While the world keeps on taking for itself more than it gives If you were here How would you live? How would you pick up the broken pieces of existence To teach me my part in it To show how you bring back to life all the beauty we have lost?