Chasing the Wind
Tell me, is there something more
Than this appetite, I can't ignore
Tell me, is it vanity or chasing the wind?
The world and its increasing speed
Won't catch up to me can't follow me
Won't find me in this place
The presence I find is so polite
I can come and go any time I like
There's order and there's peace
To sit in silence or to talk with all abandon
I am a very welcomed guest
Free to question
Or to share my thoughts at random, hmm
Man is born, then he dies
And in between works all his life
With so much anxious striving
He searches for security
In the temporal and worldly things
And all he finds is that he's missing
Something tangible, something everlasting
A purpose that was meant to be
A sense that all the fruit of his labor is sweet
Tell me, is there something more
Than this appetite, I can't ignore
Tell me, is it vanity or chasing the wind?
This world is beautiful
So full of love, so full of hate
So fleeting, so terrifying
I have to get away
Come back to this familiar place
For His love and healing
I'd be a fool if I think that all I have
Comes from the work of my small hands
Creation's restless in the tiny arrangements of man
Tell me, is there something more
Than this appetite, I can't ignore
Tell me, is it vanity or chasing the wind?
His table's set with no fine decor
It's simple yet so much more
He breaks the bread and offers me water
Here, Love is stronger
It's so much stronger
To sit in silence or to talk with all abandon
I am a very welcomed guest
Free to question
Or to share my thoughts at random, hmm
Than this appetite, I can't ignore
Tell me, is it vanity or chasing the wind?
The world and its increasing speed
Won't catch up to me can't follow me
Won't find me in this place
The presence I find is so polite
I can come and go any time I like
There's order and there's peace
To sit in silence or to talk with all abandon
I am a very welcomed guest
Free to question
Or to share my thoughts at random, hmm
Man is born, then he dies
And in between works all his life
With so much anxious striving
He searches for security
In the temporal and worldly things
And all he finds is that he's missing
Something tangible, something everlasting
A purpose that was meant to be
A sense that all the fruit of his labor is sweet
Tell me, is there something more
Than this appetite, I can't ignore
Tell me, is it vanity or chasing the wind?
This world is beautiful
So full of love, so full of hate
So fleeting, so terrifying
I have to get away
Come back to this familiar place
For His love and healing
I'd be a fool if I think that all I have
Comes from the work of my small hands
Creation's restless in the tiny arrangements of man
Tell me, is there something more
Than this appetite, I can't ignore
Tell me, is it vanity or chasing the wind?
His table's set with no fine decor
It's simple yet so much more
He breaks the bread and offers me water
Here, Love is stronger
It's so much stronger
To sit in silence or to talk with all abandon
I am a very welcomed guest
Free to question
Or to share my thoughts at random, hmm
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Writer(s): Christie Cook
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