Oh the search for Yaweh
How we ought know
That all our looking
Is but ignoring our soul
We search the stars
And ill scour the seas
But Ill not find Him there
If I've not found Christ in me
He is here
Only inches deep
Within the hardest
Shell I've seen
To dismantle the old
Is a task among tasks
Naught but complete surrender
Is what my Lord asks
Take it all King of Glory
Strip flesh bare to bone
If that's what it will take
To finally be at home.
Let my own skin be home,
In it may your love be shown.
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