'Search my heart...'
I want- I long to be in the House of The Lord. To have what was before, and still is; without my physical self there.
'Search my soul...'
The melody takes me backwards and it just pierces me and rubs my nerves raw. I pulled the curtain strings tight around this place and have not even dared to tune my heart in that direction.
'There's nothing else, that I want more...'
To truly pour out my life, Lord, to you in that place. Why am I in this place???
'With all my heart, with all my soul, with all I am... I will follow You...'
I will look up, I will get up and let the music rip it all open. I will bleed. Slow drips; a little leaking. Without them, God, I ache! But-
'Without You, I am nothing.
Without You, I am nothing.
Without You, I am nothing.'