Once I stood alone so proud 
held myself above the crowd 
now i am low on the ground. 
 
From here i look around to see 
what avenues belong to me 
I can't tell what ive found. 
 
Now what would You have me do 
i ask you please? 
I wait to hear. 
 
The mother, and the matador, 
the mystic, all were here before, 
like me, to stare You down. 
 
You appear without a face, 
disappear, but leave your trace, 
i feel your unseen frown. 
 
Now what would you have me do 
I ask you please? 
i wait to hear 
your voice, 
the word, 
you say. 
i wait to see your sign 
would i  
obey? 
 
I look for you in heathered moor, 
the desert, and the ocean floor 
how low does one heart go. 
 
looking for your fingerprints 
i find them in coincidence, 
and make my faith to grow. 
 
Forgive me all my blindnesses 
my weakness and unkindnesses 
as yet unbending still. 
 
struggling so hard to see 
my fist against eternity 
and will you break my will? 
 
Now what would you have me do 
i ask you please? 
i wait to hear 
your voice, 
the word 
you say 
i wait  
to see your sign  
could i  
obey?