Restless by Steve Bell

Waiting for Aidan by Steve Bell

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Restless
by Steve Bell

Album: Waiting for Aidan

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