Searching, Searching

Waiting, wondering, wandering from site to site
Forgoing sleep still searching, searching throughout the night
Driven within to find and fill the void I know is in my soul
Going here and going there--always moving--yet not sure of the goal

Before I know it the night has fast passed again
Bright daylight streams on my screen and on my skin
I feel so tired of searching, searching, so exhausted and spent
I glance at the clock and wonder where the time went

Yawning, stretching I walk and plop into my usual place to rest
There I dream about my searching, searching:  I was obsessed!
Many hours later I awake and feel daylight on my face
I realize too late that I missed work and school:  

I'm not in the right place

       As I watch the sun set in the clouds on another wasted day
       I realized that what a friend told me is really True:  Jesus is the way

--bro. tim pickl    Saturday, June 15, 2002  8:22AM

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