This is a song I wrote back in 1996 in my post-college, pre-Apple days in Pasadena, California. It was for a girl I knew — heck, it fit pretty much all the girls I hung out with and/or was interested in during that decade.

I also sang it during a “Christian Connection” (online dating site) cruise back in 1999, just before I met Sandhya. By God’s grace I got to perform for the ship talent show. I said I was part of a Christian singles group with 80 women and 15 men — and I was having a *great* time! (as was reported almost daily on the ship’s TV :-).

“But being single wasn’t always fun and games — and that’s why I wrote this song.”

No Longer Alone

© 1996 Ernest N. Prabhakar, Ph.D.

[also available in slide format]

1. Verse 1

   • Come listen to my story about a lonely man
   • He lives his life from day to day, and does the best he can
   • Now he’s not one to curse his fate, or scorn what he’s received
   • But sometimes in the dead of night, he dreams of what might be
   • He cries, “God, I hate to trouble you, but something’s on my mind
   • I’ve been alone so many years, when will I ever find
   • Someone to share in all the love you freely share with me
   • A hand to hold, a heart to know, so I’ll no longer be
   • Alone.”

2. Verse 2

   • Another time, another place, another voice is raised
   • A girl who strives to pay a debt, that grace alone can pay
   • Now she’s not one, to shirk the task, or flee to fantasy,
   • But sometimes in the dead of night, she dreams of being free
   • And she would cry unto the Lord, “When will you end this test?
   • I’ve spent my life in serving you, oh, where can I find rest?
   • A place where I can be myself, and not what others need,
   • A hand to hold me, a heart to know me, so I’ll no longer be
   • Alone.”

3. Verse 3

   • Now all around are girls and boys who live their lives alone
   • Trapped by years of ancient fears and stranded far from home
   • Now I’m not one to change the world, but folks, this has to end
   • A lifetime is so very short for broken hearts to mend
   • And so I cry, “Dear God above! Please purify my heart,
   • Set my soul free from tyranny and grant me a fresh start
   • Where I can see your life break through my frail humanity
   • With hands that show, and hearts that know, that we need never be
   • Alone.”