Seek me
where the great falls
give water to each thirsty soul.
Where the brilliant light
of the loving
gives each love
a chance to prevail.
Seek me
where the lion
knows each and every lamb.
Where the dust
is a sandy beach,
and every footstep
is of itself divine.
Seek me
in the country
where only bright shadows fall.
Where the morning
is golden,
and the night
is far more forgiving.
There I will wait
till every star has fallen.
And the mighty sun has long ago
swallowed the Earth.
Come there are seek me
when your spirit is weary,
and I’ll be the rest
for your tiring heart.
where the great falls
give water to each thirsty soul.
Where the brilliant light
of the loving
gives each love
a chance to prevail.
Seek me
where the lion
knows each and every lamb.
Where the dust
is a sandy beach,
and every footstep
is of itself divine.
Seek me
in the country
where only bright shadows fall.
Where the morning
is golden,
and the night
is far more forgiving.
There I will wait
till every star has fallen.
And the mighty sun has long ago
swallowed the Earth.
Come there are seek me
when your spirit is weary,
and I’ll be the rest
for your tiring heart.
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