En-Hakkore - The Burial

My thoughts are distant, my mind is clouded

Over and over again I find myself seeking, searching

I’m left still wanting, cerebral crawling in the landscape of ideas

Wrapped so tight, in the cold embrace of pride

The only thing, holding me from the grace at His side

En-hakkore;

The spring of him who called

My life empowered by The Father of us all

En-hakkore;

My broken, feeble plea

The water rushing forth consoles my deepest needs

Now from my heart flows a living river, so gifted me by the tongues of fire

I feel the gift so freely placed, now flowing through my veins

Desperately I search for the answers, to the riddles I have so long pondered

All high and lofty things, are brought low, before The Lord

Yet still I have an uncontrollable thirst

To see the source and know the face of The One who came first

This thought now grips my heart no matter how hard I try

The thought of Transcendence meeting me eye to eye

I will seek You, I will find You, I will seek You, I will know You

Not one thing could take the place, nothing could share this yoke