Square Block, Round Hole Poem by Adam Thoms

Lord, I feel like music is a means to no end
But by admitting I feel like I’m losing a friend
Lord fill the void
Of things I’ve merely enjoyed

Like the little child with the square blocks in the round hole
I’m a little child with an emptiness that’s only filled by you

God I know I’ve been looking in the wrong place
But by admitting I make an about face
And turn from all I know
God I’ve got a ticket to your show

Like the little child with the square blocks in the round hole
I’m a little child with an emptiness that’s only filled by you

Lord the world is all I know
Tell me where to go
It’s what I’m raised in
In my vile sin