Restless – Music and Lyric by Steve Bell
Blest are the departed
The repose for which I long
To descend into the fathomless
Quiet of God
Wretched are the rest of us
Tossed upon the sea
And I guess I’ll just be restless
’til You satisfy me
I get no rest from the days of my week
I get even less on a Sunday
Sunday’s become the antagonist’s feast
Like an arrow through me
I fly to a desolate place
Here am I falling on my face
To silence every claim to my soul
Just to see God sitting high on a throne
But I’m not yet free
That’s my dis-ease
Scanning these clouds for some sign of Your face
Maybe the whole thing is folly
Like waiting for Eden to rise from the lake
But I can’t help longing
I fly to a desolate place
Here am I falling on my face
To silence every claim to my soul
Just to see God sitting high on a throne
But I’m not yet free
That’s my disease
Blest are the departed
The repose for which I long
To descend into the fathomless
Quiet of God
Waiting are the rest of us
Tossed upon the sea
And I guess I’ll just be restless
’til You satisfy me
My best guess is I’ll be restless
’til You satisfy me
