Little girl by the shore
waiting for God to send
A message in a bottle
Cross the ocean blue
I am empty
I am empty
I am right where I belong
There is someone who can carry
The weight of unwrit songs
I am small but I am listening
all day long
Spread open the Bible
Right there on my bed
Taught that His breath fills
The book from end to end
The crucible for silver
The furnace for gold
I am empty
I am empty
I am right where I belong
There is someone who can teach me
a wordless song,
Where there is Spirit
there is an indwelling
when he comes we will
start the truest
storytelling.
