satisfy

lord, teach me to be fully satisfied in you.

be my only be my all

free my heart to full adore

all you give and all you are

aren't we all just the outcasts the poor and the dying

the drugged out and beat down and dirty and crying

where do our hearts go whenever we stumble

we met the rich man but he was homeless like us

but he's here with a plan to get us out of this dust

his last veil tearing action was to know separation

that gap we never could overcome

to get to God all on our own.

he knew it all for us.

hi

what is it that we long for
is it beauty is it pain
is it something calling through the rain
is the aching in our hearts
just a meter for the storm
or is it where we feel the need, the further pointing form

why do we run and fascinate
with all the things that drain our hearts
to try and fill them up again
though seive-like holes are fully round

our beauty stems from being bride
to heaven's master and our lord
here below we strive for beauty just to
cover up the ugliness we all can sense inside
our aching for a satisfaction that
we'll only ever find in Christ

I wish that I "got" life. But Lord I just can't run from you.