God-Shaped Hole
All around the world people are trying.
Deserted souls cry
to be filled.
Spirits left undone their hearts are hollow.
I can see,
in their eyes, hollow lives.
And every heart, and
every soul
and everybody's got a God-shaped hole.
You
may have tried to fill that hole inside
with an empty hand you reached in
vain.
Substitutes don't work, bandages only hurt.
The only thing that
heals is the hand of God.
Nobody's meant to be left all
alone.
Our lives are much too short
to have an empty soul.
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