Why do I run

from book to book,

concert to concert,

service to service,

conference to conference,

song to song

seeking spiritual treasure?

 

All this running to and fro,

this seeking,

simply wears me out

making me hungrier and thirstier.

 

Do I want to die of thirst

or succumb to hunger?

 

Why,

when there is beside me

in my own neighborhood

a fountain that never runs dry,

a banquet,

a feast

poured out by Your generous hands?

 

Where else do I need to look?

 

Your eternal, uncreated hand does everything for me.

 

Why seek bread in books or elsewhere

when Your hand will feed me?

 

Why seek cleansing and healing everywhere

when Your hand will cleanse and heal me?

 

Why seek someone else's fire

when Your hand gives fire to purify and refine me?

 

Why look for guidance wherever

when Your wisdom is enough to shape me

into something worthy to bear Your name

and to show Your glory?

 

You have everything I need.

 

You are everything I need.

 

You provide all I need.

 

All is in Your hands, Oh, God.