I have searched all around, in the husks that abound, but I find no nourishment there. Now my strengths almost gone and I feel the pull of despair. More of you, more of you. I've had it all but what I need, is more of you. Of things I've had my fill. And yet, I hunger still, Empty and bare. Lord here my prayer. For more of You. But my thirst drives me on, as I stumble along over ground so barren and dry. But the streams just ahead, living water, Lord fill me I cry. More of you, more of you. I've had it all but what I need, is more of you. Of things I've had my fill. And yet, I hunger still, Empty and bare. Lord here my prayer. For more of You.