A Little More Like Thee

So many faces
Travel the length
Of a mind that is racing
To trace back the memories
Of time gone by
Oh and the distance
Between all the bridges
Of instances when
I have wanted to change this heart of mine

Have I blown all my chances to be
Less like a captive and more like
The free?
And more like the innocent child
In me?
And maybe just a little more like
Thee?

Here in the spaces
Between all the lines
Of a life that has wasted
The essence of time
I close my eyes

And picture a place
Where the Sum of All Grace
Is extending a hand
To erase all the shame
From this warn out face

Have I blown all my chances to be
Less like the captive and more like
The free?
And maybe just a little more... A
Whole lot more

Like the hands that redeem me
That lift and relieve me
Though roads I have taken in vain

Have I blown all my chances to be
Less like a captive and more like
The free?
And more like the innocent child
In me?
And maybe just a little more like
Thee?