Surrounded by your supply
And you yearn for all that’s not
Fulfillment is here, it’s now
Yet all you know is want
Too busy searching for all you lack
To see the garden you may grace
Endless fruit waits to be consumed,
Empty hands reach for what’s not there
Oh you who thirst in the midst of rain
And starve yourselves among fields of grain
Overthrow the mind that blinds you
Can’t you see Eden surrounds you
Tricia ileen