In every man's heart there is a distinct hole
That only God can fill to make that man whole.
Whatever else the world could give so abundantly
Cannot supply the inner need that's there inherently.
The endless search and craving yearns for an eternal touch
This God-hole was made for Him Who has loved us so much.
Like lost sheep that wander or like the sparrows that fly
We roam about through life and never really know why
There's always something missing that can make us complete,
Until we hear within our hearts the voice of His Spirit.
And when at last He fills that vacuum and to Him we come,
Embraced by God, our Father, it feels like.... coming Home!
All Rights Reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.31.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem