My thoughts are distant, my mind is clouded
Ove rand over again I find myself seeking, searching
I'm left still wanting, cerebral crawling in the landscape of ideas

Wrapped so tight, in the cold embrace of pride
The only thing, holding me from the grace at His side

En-hakkore;The spring of him who called
My life empowered by The Father of us all
En-hakkore;My broken, feeble plea
The water rushing forth consoles my deepest needs

Now from my heart flows a living river, so gifted me by the tongues offire
I feel the gift so freely placed, now flowing through my veins
Desperately I search for the answers, to the riddles I have so long pondered
All high and lofty things, are brought low, before The Lord

Yet still I have an uncontrollable thirst,
to see the source and know the face of The One who came first
This thought now grips my heart no matter how hard I try
The thought of Transcendence meeting me eye to eye

I will seek You, I will find You, I will seek You, I will know You

Not one thing could take the place, nothing could share this yoke