I went searching
For the God of the wilderness
Of the mountain, the Holy Hill
The torrent and the rolling valley
The God of the deep that calls to deep
Who pulled me from the pit and put me in an open space
The God of yearning, romantic, unallocated time
Yawning great stretches of country
Nights thick with stars
Of the broken hearted, the hungry, the poor in spirit
I went searching
But behold, the Kingdom of Heaven is within
I went searching
For the God who doesn’t dwell in church buildings
Isn’t constrained by two hours free parking
A God outside of liturgies and schedule
A God who is open seven days a week
Who doesn’t care if you sit or stand
As long as you bowed the knee
A God above vain debate and -ists and -isms
A God who came to open up the prisons
Set the captives free
Heal the sick and make the blind to see
I went searching
But behold, the Kingdom of Heaven is within
Written by Nikos, inspired by the Holy Spirit