This yearning rends, its tearing me apart
from what I gather that's precisely it's part.
i have pleaded for a righteous soul and swept the caverns of my determined mold.
It never worked because I could hardly see- It was getting old until He rescued me.
God stepped in and lite the way, He said that He was here to stay but one day He walked away!
My tears were hot, I felt forgotten and was sure he left becuase I was rotten.
So I swept again and what should I find where my eyes hadn't wandered?
My redeemer-
He was always there-
He had to hide so that I could find the treasures of a yearning mind.