The Seeker

I went out searching for myself,

No map, no scope, no plan.

You'll know it when you see it, 

So I heard

From learned women and men.

In the church and in my books,

In my pastimes gay fulfilling,

The search was fruitless and in vain.

Nowhere could I find

The thing called "me."

And then I came upon it

A clap of thunder in my brain.

I am nothing and I'm everything

Depending on the second ticking by.

For I am a channel of His Spirit

No life I have but His.

O, ye little children,

'Tis a mystery so profound

That this poor feeble mind

Can't tell it to ye sound.