Unfinished

Slide down deep into your soul

Find comfort in what you do not know

stirring, churning, yearning to be whole

wanting more, something more

vacant, wide, expansive space

a year feels like a thousand days

I’ve grown acquainted with boundless grace

Enveloped in your holy ways

I find my way, I find my way

Mystery, unfinished, unpolished, told

I look and see what you behold

my heart, my hope, longing still for more

You bless my soul, You bless my soul

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