1 Peter 2:2

I am always reaching out, Lord,

For little earthly things,
Instead of for the gifts of faith
That reaching for You brings.
But all the things I think I need
Won’t really set me free,
Like reaching out for more of You
To make a better me.
 
So help me, Lord, to reach for more
To feed my growing soul,
For all the “things” that fill my life
Will never make it whole.
 
1 Peter 2:2
Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation,