Tonight I miss my college.
I miss my chapel pew.
I miss the quiet knowledge
That I'm alone with You.

I miss the hiding places
Along the stagnant creek,
Miss basking in Your graces
Alone at end of week.

I miss the walks at sundown
At night in early spring,
Miss praying through a rundown
Of life and everything.

I miss the empty aching giving way to silent trust.
I miss Your gentle breaking of my worries and my lust.
Oh Lord, I miss my college and the God who loved me there.
Oh Father, please acknowledge now the groaning of my prayer.