In pages long forgotten.
In images vague and dim.
We find the truth revealed.
And once again turn to him.
In memories once cherished.
In voices soft and sweet.
We find our path converging.
With the one we long to greet.
In plans we sometimes cling to.
In hopes we place too much measure.
We learn the secret answer.
There's only one true treasure.
In times when all else fails us.
In days when our faith may falter.
We find the strength to continue.
When we lay all at his altar.
Why do we seek redemption?
In empty thoughts and deeds.
When all we need is waiting.
As he fulfills our needs.
No conundrums here to ponder.
No wisdom hidden dark and deep.
Seek now that hand of comfort.
Before the hour of eternal sleep.