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This is not the end here at this grave This is just a hole that someone made Every hole was made to fill And every heart can feel it still-- Our nature hates a vacuum This is not the hardest part of all This is just the seed that has to fall All our lives we till the ground Until we lay our sorrows down And watch the sky for rain There is more More than all this pain More than all the falling down And the getting up again There is more More than we can see From our tiny vantage point In this vast eternity There is more A thing resounds when it rings true Ringing all the bells inside of you Like a golden sky on a summer eve Your heart is tugging at your sleeve And you cannot say why There must be more There is more More than we can stand Standing in the glory Of a love that never ends There is more More than we can guess More and more, forever more And not a second less There is more than what the naked eye can see Clothing all our days with mystery Watching over everything Wilder than our wildest dreams Could ever dream to be There is more --- More - Andrew Peterson