Sometimes it seems like I'm being sucked along through life
The time trickles on by like I'm an old limb on a river
Just floating along...the river pushing and pulling everything
But I keep coming back to You...I have no other place to go

Sometimes, when I am driving down the road
Or catching catfish at the lake, I think to myself
As I stare up into the clouds, that maybe if I just cry out Your Name
You could hear me, and You could come to me...through the clouds

I'm such a kid...I know that I probably sound insane
Who knows...maybe I am...but I feel what I feel
Talking to You is one of my favorite things to do
Thanks for Your patience with me