Stop Looking Till You Find It

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Stop Looking Till You Find ItDad left me his Navy pocketwatchand like a fool one day I forgotwhere I put that rusty old timepiecewell, I tore apart my dresser drawerspeeked through the crack in my porchmy salty tears welcomed by the ocean breezeI gave up and went to fetchmy drinkin' jug from the fishing dockI learned something that daycos there with my tanqueraywas Pa's precious old watchstop looking till you find itsometimes our eyes get blindedby what's right in front of themjust give heaven a chance to open its handsand show where your treasure has beenyeah, stop looking till you find itway back when I hit a church or twomy pants sanded some rough wooden pewsbut fire n brimstone ain't what I searched forthen I saw God's grace and elegancein seagulls and pelicansgliding over sundown's golden shorecos our fingers can reachand our ears and eyes may gropebut lost in the dark, often just the heartcan hope to see hopeso stop looking till you find itsometimes our eyes get blindedby what's right in front of themjust give heaven a chance to open its handsand show where your treasure has beenyeah, stop looking till you find itI'd stopped thinkin' of everlasting lovetill a chance meeting on the streetthat fishing village girl was the finest of pearlsreaching for me from a lonely seastop looking till you find itstop looking till you find it(c)2005 Robert George