The deepest longing of a soul
Is for a city beyond the self
Where the temporary and the physical don't matter
And where only the eternal dwells.
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Where your thirst is not for water or wine
And your hunger is not for bread
Where comfort is not found in an earthly breeze
Nor rest in an earthly bed.
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The longing is for truth, beauty, wonder, love
Out of this world, and not on this earthly plane
The longing is for a grace and reconciliation, that defies description and definition
And cannot be described in terms of worldly joy or worldly pain.
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It is filled with wonder, and a sense of mystery
It is filled with a passion, that sometimes spills over to awe
It is persistent and eternal, and never ends
Which is why, no matter how much you are filled...
You find yourself still wanting more.
You find yourself still wanting more.
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