BE REAL TO ME
 
 

MY LORD, MY PRAYER, MY ONLY PRAYER

IS NOT FOR THINGS TO SEE

OR HEAR OR WEAR OR EAT OR CARE:

BUT THAT YOU WOULD BE REAL TO ME.

MY LORD, I BEG OF YOU NO MIRACLE FANTASTIC

NO MOVING OF MOUNTAIN OR WALKING OF SEA

I BEG FOR NO SPECIAL EFFECTS KIND OF GLORY

BUT THAT DEEP DOWN INSIDE YOU'D BE REAL TO ME.

SOME PEOPLE ASK FOR FAME AND FORTUNE

SOME PEOPLE ASK FOR ALL THEIR EYES SEE

SOME PEOPLE ASK FOR THINGS THEY DON'T NEED

BUT LORD, I NEED YOU TO BE REAL TO ME.

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M JUST ON THE EDGE

JUST BEYOND THE VEIL, A WHISPER AWAY

FROM TOUCHING YOUR HAND AND SEEING YOUR FACE

AND FINDING THE DOOR TO THE PLACE THAT YOU STAY.

I KNOW YOU ARE THERE, SOMEWHERE YOU ARE THERE

IN ANOTHER DIMENSION, UNFETTERED BY TIME

I FEEL YOUR EYES ON ME, I FEEL YOUR HEART LOVE ME

AND I WANT SO TO SEE YOU AND LOVE YOU WITH MINE.

YOU KNOW IF THEY OFFERED ME THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

WITH ALL OF IT'S TREASURES FROM MOUNTAIN TO SEA

I'D TURN THEM ALL DOWN FOR A MOMENT IN GLORY

IF YOU WOULD JUST TOUCH ME AND BE REAL TO ME.

NOT A MAN IN A STORY, A NAME IN A PRAYER

A LEGEND, A SONG, A CRUCIFIX SCENE

BUT A REAL LIVING SAVIOR, A FLESH AND BONE BEING

THAT'S MORE REAL AND MORE TRUE THAN MEN I HAVE SEEN.

OH, LORD, MY PRAYER

MY ONLY PRAYER

FOR IN MY HEART YOU SEE

THE VOID THAT ONLY YOU CAN FILL

WHEN YOU BECOME REAL TO ME.
 
 

by Rhonda  Jackson

June 9, 1983 6 p.m.