Earlier I devoured: the Bible, the teaching and all that stuff that comes to a new believer But what now: when I have to think "where is my Bible" and find it under a pile of dust Where has my passion gone? Dissolved Diminished Decreased Everything in moderation including faith BUT I want mine back I want to hunger once more And soar with the eagles swim with the dolphins feel His presence every which where And love, oh that wonderful love Wrapping me in swathes of love fabric folding me into the the crease of His arm Does he still think of me? Does he still love me? I wonder what should I do? Turn Turn Turn again.