“…I will go over and see this strange sight – why the bush does not burn up”
— Exodus 3:3

i’ve been kicking up sand on my journey
left to my past and my pain
in the heat of the day, i am moving
no direction, no voice, no shade

how many times have i wondered
how did i get myself here
when i chase down springs of water
the illusion dissapears

but hey, what’s the light?
never seen a glow so bright
i feel pulled and i feel pushed
toward that burning bush

we’ve been waiting for some sign
a message to share God’s will
holding up empty cups without
the faith to ask for a refill

everyone around is weak and they
rest on how they feel
we can’t explain the mystery
how God is silent and yet real

(there’s that girl…)

hey, she’s a light
never seen her glow so bright
i feel pulled and i feel pushed
toward that burning bush