I seek you in the morning hour.
I seek you with a blooming flower.
I seek you through the words I say.
I seek you with the heat of day.
I seek you morning, noon and night,
in times of rest and pure delight.
I seek you through a time of woe,
with family, strangers, friend or foe.
But all too often you're unaware,
how I've come to seek you there.
You seem to think you're seeking Me,
when it's Me whose been seeking thee.
