When you looked for me, where did you find me?
When you cried out to me, in your hurt and pain, where was it that I answered?
Was it in a church building, amongst many other people?
Did you have to wait for Sunday to come along before I showed up?
In the stillness and the suffering, the hopelessness and the heartache, I am here.
When its just you and me, I am here.
Beside the humble heart, I walk and I am here.
When you sing your song of love to me, I listen and I am here.
I cannot be confined to the walls of a building and cannot be some place more than others.
I am still here and always will be here.
I am yours.