Finding Nothing To Adore
Copyright 2003 by Jon Gill

I can't say what I'm looking for
My ragged eyes are getting sore
Finding nothing to adore.
What has all this searching shown
But left me shadowed and alone?
Where is the love I've never known?

My heart is longing to be known
But never do I trust it, for
I've been abandoned, left alone
Left only with an open sore
And no regrets are ever shown
When finding nothing to adore.

Finding nothing to adore
Is the saddest life that can be known
For though intentions should be shown
There are none worth striving for
And every heart, it bears the sore
Of living helpless and alone.

Fear of standing all alone
Still finding nothing to adore
Has been my nightmare and my sore
The worst regret I've ever known
But my dread is baseless, for
My weakness is where Your strength is shown.

If You, O Lord, had ever shown
Another more worthy than You alone
I'd say that's what I was looking for
But I found nothing to adore
And on those paths I should have known
My wandering feet would be so sore.

So rest my head and mend my sore
As I abide in the love You've shown
Beyond all others ever known
None more worthy than You alone
And finding something to adore
You're all that I was looking for!

The sore is gone, Your love has shown
A door is open, a way made known
And for-ever I will never be alone.


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