Restless.

I rose this morning with a restless ache
The very same one that kept me up late
The same ache that woke me at two and at four
This searching, straining for something more

And I try to ignore
And I try to forget
And I try to explore
Why it hasn't left yet

And I yearn to be loved and seek to be held
And I reach out to hear "it will all be well"
When my peace has passed I understand
My restlessness comes from my own plans

I build sandcastles when Rock is needed.
I tinker with control when surrender succeeded.
I hope in mirages when the Truth sets me free.
I grow uneasy when my trust lies in me.

Your mercies are new every morning.
You knew what I'd face today.
Your joy's renewed when I'm mourning.
Your grace sustains my way.

When questions arise, when passion subsides

When coals grow dim and my eyes have dried,

The only peace for my vagabond soul
rests in the One who makes me whole.