i do not think i’ve found
this place that you have gone
i’ve climbed up to the mountains
i’ve searched over the dawn
i’ve traced my steps to hell
i’ve wandered o’er seas
yet, o jesus, where you wander
still seems dark to me.
i’ve clamored over bookend
i’ve scaled education
i’ve lost a lot of friends
i’ve met with every nation
and still i’m looking for
this place of quiet rest
jesus, come to me and show me
where it is...
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