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My soul hungers for you, my Lord,
I yearn to see your face,
I want to feel your presence, Lord,
'Bounding from your wondrous grace.
My dream is never ending,
As You put Your hand in mine,
And I prostrate myself as I worship You,
For You my soul doth pine.
And I've searched up in the mountains,
Seeking to find You is my choice,
And I await for the clouds hovering oe'r me,
To split apart with Your thunderous voice.
Then I scan the rivers, the lakes and the seas,
Reaching You is still my objective,
Over all waters I continue my quest,
I'm forced on as a spiritual detective.
But the search became lonely and quite uneventful,
My strength vanishing from me,
And I cried out with all of my might,
"Lord, I need you now," was my plea.
And suddenly I found out at last,
I didn't have to search world-wide,
For my body is the temple, in which,
You live within me deep inside.
© 1999 Phyllis Seeley Burroughs
These poems by Phyllis Seeley Burroughs are her creative property and are protected by federal copyright laws. The poems should not be copied, reprinted, or otherwise used by anyone without the written permission of the author.