the missing piece

there’s a piece of me missing

and i could complain

but extravagant Love is mine without pain

there’s a part of me wanting

and some might protest

but i am made whole and at ease in His rest

there’s a heart in me dreaming

and there’s wounds in His hands

how shallow beside are my petty demands

there’s a song that i’m singing

though the words seldom come

yet one day you’ll find me

and then i’ll be home