A Quest For Home
Oh! The Supreme soul, the creator of all creatures,
My heart longs to see thee and seeks thee in thy awesome nature
That thou fashioned, as thou fashioned me
And all the other souls as thou want them to be.
The sky and seas, the mountain and the trees
The clouds and the rains, the green and golden grains,
The ceaseless rivers, sparkling brooks or the transparent streams
Flow to their destination, as you designed to fulfill their dreams.
From the majestic wild beasts to the tiny little geese,
From the meek humble lambs and fish, to the butterflies and bees,
The splendid penguins, gorgeous swans, doves and birds of paradise
Sing thy praises at the glorious dawn, looking at the mesmerizing sun rise.
And look up to the heavenly wonder! The fabulous rainbows
And feel thy presence when the gentle comforting breeze blows.
Oh Lord! The enormous ocean of love
Quench my thirst, enhance my tolerance and raise me above
All hatred resentment, burning my pride
Teach me thy way to take a stride
To walk on a path of peace, righteousness and compassion
And let my spirit be united with thine and forever abide.
Cleanse my impurity sprinkling thy amazing grace,
Do not banish me when I’m in distress from seeking thy dazzling face
Soak me with thy passion and boundless love when I’m dry
That I may wipe the tears of thy needy children when they cry.
Bless that I may obtain thy mercy in the days of my trouble
When I raise my hands up to you confessing that I’m feeble
When all my strength blows off like a bubble
May I rest my head on thy shoulder for I know you’re able.
All my worries all my sorrows
Lead me to the way that’s dark and narrow
Hold my hand and guide me to the path that’s yours
Heal my heart and soul, make me purest of the pure.
As the birds crave to reach their nest before twilight,
Take me to my eternal home where I can dwell in your light
But still I’ve to walk miles and miles in wilderness I’m sure
And face trials and turbulence and tides to cross the sea and reach the shore
Where thou art waiting to embrace and take me home
Where my soul will rest forever and wonder in dark no more.
I cry and yell to my potter, mold me Lord as thou needeth me to be at your home
My final destination where my maker lives, my sweet eternal home.
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