More Of You, More Of You
I’ve Had It All But What I Need
Is More Of You.
Of Things I’ve Had My Fill,
But Yet I Hunger Still;
Empty And Bare,
Lord Hear My Prayer,
For More Of You.

I Have Searched All Around In The Husks That Abound,
But I Find No Nourishment There.
Now My Strength’s Almost Gone And
I Feel The Pull Of Despair.
But My Thirst Drives Me On, As I Stumble Along,
Over Ground, So Barren And Dry.
But The Streams Just Ahead, Living Water,
“Lord Fill Me!” I Cry.

More Of You, More Of You
I’ve Had It All But What I Need
Is More Of You.
Of Things I’ve Had My Fill,
But Yet I Hunger Still;
Empty And Bare,
Lord Hear My Prayer,
For More Of You.

I’m Not Trying To Find Just Some New Frame Of Mind
That Will Change My Old Point Of View
For I’ve Been Through It All,
Deep Inside Nothing’s Changed, I’m Not New,
I’m Not Seeking A Gift Or Emotional Lift
But One Thing I’m Longing To Do,
Is To Lift Up My Cup And Let You Fill It Up,
With Just You.

More Of You, More Of You
I’ve Had It All But What I Need
Is More Of You.
Of Things I’ve Had My Fill,
But Yet I Hunger Still;
Empty And Bare,
Lord Hear My Prayer,
For More Of You.