I was in a white space, of infinite planes I was searching and seeking, my heart was in pain
There was a man standing there, my movement he barred As I noticed his hands, two heart breaking scars I continued to strive to peer around his corner But, the stone, the man gentle, his face was familiar Each time I put effort to look for the good He redirected my gaze to where he stood
I need better, not this, I need the best But there was no competition, there was no test For holding me close, was the Sun of all Sons The One who surpasses, the One who overcomes The One who is holy, and wholly just The One who I know, I always can trust
The East and the West held me close to His heart In one instant I knew, I felt there no part The better I looked for did not exist For the best held me close in this moment of bliss
So why did I seek for something more? For my previous focus, was distracted, was poor.