What is this thing that yearns in me?
That escapes, sometimes reluctantly
I think it's my spirit, calling to you
There's a hunger I cannot renew
I'm filled with things. With laughter and fun,
I am busy and fulfilled with my daughter and son
I've got a great job and lots to do
The end of the day comes too quickly anew
But when I stop between my work and play
And silence my heart to quickly pray
I find my spirit surging, prompting my soul
Calling to you to make me whole.
Jer 2:31 (paraphrased). "My people have stopped drinking from me and have dug out broken wells to drink from."
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