Seeking

Over mountains, hills, and plains;
Through the valleys and country lanes;
Crossing the rivers swelled with rains;
I go seeking.

In the morning, cool and dry;
When it's hot and the sun is high;
Though malice fills the pregnant sky;
I go seeking.

Hungry and tired and sore to the bone;
Anxious and lonely and longing for home;
Eternally grateful for each kindness that's shown;
I go seeking.

Asking the Spirit to show me the way;
Begging Him, pleading: "Teach me to pray!"
Afraid that my strength will soon start to fray;
I go seeking.

Teach me your wisdom, my fire, my dove;
Loosen my tongue with words from above;
Fill me with Faith, with Hope, and with Love;
I come seeking.

I'll cross the mountains, the desert, the sea;
Searching for you as you've pursued me;
Never stopping nor resting till I "rest in thee."
I'll keep seeking.