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
I love these lines…..
“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”…….I feel I am also singing some unknown song, hope to feel the song soon, which is without any words!