© 2007 Robert Lydiate

Father, I search,

I hunger, I thirst.

My sould feels empty

And it keeps getting worse.

I cry on my knees,

Search for Your face,

Wondering when I'll find

Your emcompassing Grace.

I struggle, I fight

To clear out my head,

Only to find out

I've blocked You instead.

It takes giving up,

Getting down on my knees,

To hear Your voice say

"In you I am pleased."