We search for God in many places not realizing He is with us inside. |
To the wayward heavens theses churches built But hearts are filled with unending guilt. Ornate, beautiful, so adorned Yet the lost, the lonely barely mourned. So much attention outward appearances maintained Yet our strength our energy barely sustained. We lift our praises to the heavens But in return nothing's leaven. We seek, we search no rock unturned Yet deep in our heart a love is yearned. I sit upon this rock so cold The very innards of my soul untold. I gaze around in search of He Not realizing He is inside of me. I've searched for Him upon a mountain high Thinking I've found the life of Bri. I've lead myself down many a false start Only to find He's in my heart. I walk along the path so many have before All the same things, but somehow I have more. It's not the clothes upon my back or the shoes on my feet But the little child inside of me that I seek. I have been searching so long against the tide Not realizing that all long He's been inside. This does not complete my journey, instead It fills my heart, my soul and not just my head. I needn't look further than my grasp For I have found Him, the One, at last. |