Lyrics

I hold on to moments, they're like souvenirs;
Little jars of sand, to prove that You've been here.
When I hold them in my hands,
Oh, how I long for You to speak to me again.

Lately, I haven't heard from You lately.
I've heard it said, and recognize it as the Truth:
If you seem distant, You're not the One who moved.
Lately, I haven't heard from You lately.

Most of my life, I live like it's about me;
although this contradicts what I say I believe.
If I really want to watch You move,
How could I restrain the good I KNOW to do?

Lately, I haven't seen Your hand lately.
Since you called us out to be Your hands & feet,
Should I be so convinced I'm not the one You need?
Lately, I haven't seen Your hand lately.

When I see the need, I often "turn the other cheek"
As if that's how you'd ever treat the least of these
Unseeing eyes, complacent heart playing pretend:
it's been my story, and I've come here to repent.

Lately, What have I offered You lately?
Do I need to let go of some things I have
So there'll be room enough for You in my grasp?
Lately, I haven't heard from You lately...
Lately, I haven't seen Your hand lately...
Lately...