less found

I've been experiencing a kind of restlessness within me lately...something about not being part of this world. I've always been freaked out by the concept of eternity, and I've been praying for some kind of revelation from Him up there, because eternity is not supposed to be freaky. But somehow, I just can't reconcile with the fact that nothing ends in eternity, because everything ends here, wherever I am. So, to know that there is a place out there where nothing ends, kinda scares me. It's simply, unreal. I was looking through my messy pile of cds a few minutes back, and re-read some lyrics of Brooke Fraser. Somehow, "C.S. Lewis Song", which she wrote and sang so beautifully...spoke to me, but I don't know why...I need to ponder a little bit more...

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here

If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary, then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Speak to me in the light of dawn

Mercy comes with the morning

I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?

Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?

Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb

And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

For we, we are not long here

Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it

And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you

Hope is coming for me

Hope, He's coming