I do believe.
I’m just looking for You in something. Not the generic everyday be grateful for what you have kind of way, but I’m looking for You.
I read about You every night before I go to sleep and I ask myself, “Can this be true?”
“Can He be true?”
“Is He who is says He is?”
My heart says yes. My soul says yes.
I am tired of hearing everyone else’s account of You. I want to know for myself. In a real and absolute way. I want to know that You are more than a character in a really old book. I need to know that You actually hear me.
I need to know You.