I cry out to you from the empty halls of my heart.
And I get echoes.
"Be still and Know that I Am God."
I have questions that long to be answered.
Where have You been?
"Be still and Know that I Am God."
"I have always been here My child.
It is you who has wandered.
Be still and Know that I Am God."
I cry out to You from the halls of my heart
And the echoes are softer.
"To he who knocks, the door will be opened."
I called to you but you didn't answer.
Where were you?
"To he who knocks, the door will be opened.
But you have to come back through,
I won't force you.
To he who knocks, the door will be opened.
I whisper from a full heart
And the warmth overwhelms.
"To him who seeks, he shall find."
Answers are not so important anymore,
As the Presence.
"To him who seeks, he shall find.
Welcome back, My child,
It's been so long.
To him who seeks, he shall find."
Lori Ann Smith
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