Copyright � by Deborah Teat
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The ache settles deep within�
Burning, clamoring, it�s ceaseless din
Pushing me to run to You.
No other source can lift me through
The yearning I feel.
I long for love; my soul�s vast crave
Washes me, waves after wave with endless crash
Of endless fears, of endless hopes, of endless tears.
But wait; be still, for whom but He
Who redeemed your soul
Can your true love be?
There is none else who loves you so,
With perfect love: O do not throw
His love away for petty things this life may give.
Only when in Him you live
With calm joy and deep content
Your search for love will then be spent.
For there in Him your longing complete,
Will you find the true love you so earnestly seek.