What can fill that empty space
That seems a hollow pit.
When something there is missing
And nothing seems to fit.
How do you fill the emptiness
And satisfy the inner hunger;
When all in life has left you starved
But no where’s found the answer.
Outside yourself, you start to look
But still there stands the void.
The little things you used to love,
No longer seen enjoyed.
Don’t talk to me of Jesus,
For I’m his and he is mine,
but even though I know him;
I’m still not feeling fine.
Tomorrow, I’ll go searching,
And tell you what I find
But if my search should prove in vain;
It will have satisfied my mind.