The words of C.S. Lewis, as lyricized (I think I just made up a word!) by Brooke Fraser:
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I, 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 . . .
I'm longing for the morning, looking forward to that day!
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I, 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 . . .
I'm longing for the morning, looking forward to that day!
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