I seek you, Lord, with all my heart,
Though sometimes I don’t see
That you are in the everyday
And not some mystery.
I tend to look toward the sky
Or out across the sea,
When all I need to do is turn
To find you next to me.
You are the grass that blows in spring,
The chick, fresh from its shell.
You are the bough of evergreen,
The salty ocean’s smell.
You are the tear in a friend’s eye,
The tiny baby’s smile.
I tried to find you, far and wide;
You were here all the while.
Oh Lord, please know I seek you still,
I love to see your face,
And I am comforted to find
I see you every place.
Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice.
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