Forward, backward, up and down,
My soul longs for stability.
But where in this vast world could be found,
A firm foundation so profound?
But wait! Could it be? Is it possible
For you and for me to stand upon a rock?
A rock that sets free?
I see a shining light, like a glimmering diamond,
As hard as could be!
Firm and set, not willing to move,
The Lord of the ages comes like as the moon!
Here at last–come what may!
I long for the ages to vanish away,
Away, and forever not able to stay!
No longer to haunt me, no longer to taunt,
No longer to tell me–I’m not what he sought.