https://suno.com/@thedukeofdance The heart grows faint when chasing hollow things, Its hunger rising where no joy is found; We grasp at shadows, craving what they bring, Yet thirst returns, unquiet and unbound. But God invites the weary to His feast, Where living water calms the restless mind; Where every ache and longing is released, And peace descends like mercy, slow and kind. Fulfillment blooms where grace and truth unite— A quiet fire that warms the inner deep; A love that steadies sorrow into light, And holds the trembling heart in gentle keep. For soul delight is this: to rest in Him, Whose gifts are rich, and never fade or dim.
