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?