describing my need for Him....

I don't know why, but my life makes me love songs that paint God as someone I need so bad I can taste it. They paint a need for God, almost as an addiction. Two fav's in this category are: Hawkmoon 269 by U2 "...like coming home, & you don't know where you've been, like black coffee, like nicotine, I need your love..."
AND:
...a favorite song hidden on the end of Kevin Max's "Stereotype Be" cd. Words by Kevin Max Smith....

You are The One

I ran into your arms
like Moses parted water
I ran into your arms
like an angel to the father
I ran into your arms
like a soul that has departed
& you rescued me...

I fell down like the stars,
you pick me up so tenderly
And I fell down like the stars,
my wings made of clay
And I fell down like the stars,
you hold me up so all can see
And you rescued me,
oh yes

You,
You are the One
You are the One,
the only One
‘Cause You are,
You,
You are the One
You are the One,
You are my God

I stumble like a blind man
Destined to this earth I stray
I stumble like a blind man
No redemption
I stumble like a blind man
With eyes blacked out
& mouth of sand
And you rescued me,
oh come on

You,
You are the One
You are the One,
You are my God
‘Cause You are,
You,
You are the One
You are the One,
the only One

‘Cause you are,

You are
the sky that holds the rain
You are
my greater stave
You are
the drugs that kill the pain
You are everything, the teacher

I stand before your altar,
Falling strain of Abram’s son
I stand before your altar,
Like a lamb led to the slaughter

You,
You are the One
You are the One, the Only One
‘Cause You are
You,
You are the One
You are the One,
the only One
And You are
You,
You are the One
You are the One
You are my God
And you are
You, You are the One
You are the One,
the only One
‘Cause You are

You wanna call me when I’m wondering with doubt
You wanna call and tell me everything’s alright
I know it’s you and you see everything in me
I know it’s you, It’s you

You are the sky
that holds the rain
You are
my greater stave
You are
the drugs that kill my pain
You are
everything, the teacher

You are
the sky that holds the rain
You are
my greater stave
You are
the drugs that kill the pain

...there are so many...
they inspire me to write poems... but, sadly, I could write a thousand poems to Him... & still not get it right...