The Emptiness Within

The Emptiness Within
by Belinda van Rensburg

As we journey through this thing called life
Our days are filled with joy and strife -
There are good, and bad, and sad times without number
While deep within us there is a hunger;
A strong longing and consuming need -
What do we need to feel complete?

So we search and look in each cranny and nook;
In each person and game and movie and book.
We search very far, and we search very near -
We even search places which we should fear.
What is it? Where is it? What could it be?
Help me, please help me, oh, help me to see!

I struggle so hard to lead a good life,
But still my life seems empty and rife
With problems and hardships which I must endure;
With false joy and laughter for which there's no cure.
I feel so empty; the longing's so strong,
And I know there's something desperately wrong.

Might you know what I need most of all?
If someone can hear me please answer my call!
Who, what and where in Creation is there,
This someone or something who's willing to share
My whole life with me and to be my best friend;
Who won't forsake me around the next bend?

The Answer, of course, is not hard to find;
There is Someone true, loving and kind
Waiting to fill the void deep within
The moment He frees us from death and from sin,
For though our first parents did stumble and fall
We still hear the echo of our Maker's call:

"Come closer, my children, come closer to Me,
That you may be Mine for eternity -
To live in the light of My love all your days,
While My Spirit will teach you to walk in My ways.
And should someone ask how you this came to know,
Tell them My Spirit and Word told you so."

© 2012
 
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Again another word expressed aptly that touches hearts.
I love very deeply and find I fall in love to easily but my choices are wrong and to my detriment.

I have learned after failing many times and feeling this deep emptiness of loneliness there is one who has loved me many years and gently deals with me in kind ways.

Even at my ugliest with all the frills us women put on,when the monster lay unadorned before him,,he loved me. Comforted me. I lack and have lacked nothing in him.

Blessings sister dear.
 
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