LYRICS:
I reach for things that I don't need
but my hands come up empty.
Afraid of what I'll lose
I miss light in the morning.
Still my soul and make me quiet.
The dream of all that I could be
steals joy from what I do.
A world of easy comfort
slows my restless search for you.
Love this.
ReplyDeleteJust what I needed to hear.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful mantra.
That's funny. We were writing on the same theme at the same time: http://musicblog.gregscheer.com/2013/02/10/psalm-116-be-at-rest-once-more-o-my-soul/.
ReplyDeleteBut I like yours better.