Empty Spaces - Hannes Grove

Empty spaces in front of me
My aching heart wants to fill thee.
My thoughts recall unspoken words, how can this be?
My flowing tears call to God, come and see.

Empty spaces drifting all around;
Spoken words dying on solid ground.
Who can get saved if grace do not abound?
The words came forth with no clear sound.

Empty spaces in my scattered, broken heart,
Let them be filled with thoughts of priceless gold,
With ancient wisdom waiting to unfold
Rare riches of Christ’s story timelessly told.
Speak the simple truth, my lad, be bold.
Don’t compromise in this deceitful, broken world.

Hannes Grove  (written from a achingly concerned heart)