My thoughts are distant, my mind is clouded Ove rand over again I find myself seeking, searching I'm left still wanting, cerebral crawling in the landscape of ideas Wrapped so tight, in the cold embrace of pride The only thing, holding me from the grace at His side En-hakkore; The spring of him who called My life empowered by The Father of us all En-hakkore; My broken, feeble plea The water rushing forth consoles my deepest needs Now from my heart flows a living river, so gifted me by the tongues offire I feel the gift so freely placed, now flowing through my veins Desperately I search for the answers, to the riddles I have so long pondered All high and lofty things, are brought low, before The Lord Yet still I have an uncontrollable thirst, To see the source and know the face of The One who came first This thought now grips my heart no matter how hard I try The thought of Transcendence meeting me eye to eye I will seek You, I will find You, I will seek You, I will know You Not one thing could take the place, nothing could share this yoke