Truth Comes Stirring

Oh but I'm seeking for truth
Is it where you are?
I knock and search
Up hill and down low
In every breathing conversation
I check the things they know

I find it absent and lacking
In sugar-coated sighs
I fear the lack of meaning
In praying through these lies

Oh where is the soul
Where is the soul
In the worship colored life?
When will the truth
Birth pregnant aching cries?

I can't be satisfied
With driving windows down
In circles up the highway
Oh what does it take
to cling hard to the vine?
I'd laugh this away
And put on my guise
But I no longer can ignore
The Jewish man calling
Come and be mine.


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