Why does my heart seem
so empty
Even when life looks so
good?
Why does the mist in my
spirit
Take such control of my
mood?
Is it perchance I am
searching
For phantoms just out
of my reach
For something to fill
up a longing
That no one in this
life can breach?
The pot at the end of
my rainbow
Seems always to vanish
away
Each time that I reach
for a nugget
I find nothing coming
my way!
Then a small voice
seems to whisper
Like the sound from a
morning dove
“Nothing compares
with the offer
Of God’s
indescribable love!”
So next time I find my
heart empty
For something to fill
up that space
I’ll go to the One
Who has promised
To give me His fullness
and grace.
--B. Pent
