The Missing Part

Words and music by Timothy Mark

© 1995 Global Outreach Music/BMI. All rights reserved.

From New York to Seattle, Winter Harbor Maine
on the outside we seem different
but inside we’re the same

It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor
or if you’re black or white
we all know an emptiness inside

But the Father cries from his home above
as He reaches down in love


He’s the missing part
the answer to the question
He’s the reason for the searching in your soul
He’s the missing part
the center of your sorrow
He’s the hollow that you hide within your heart
He’s the missing part

I know it may sound simple
and I guess I would agree
see I sought for solutions
for the longing left in me

And I tried in vain to fill that place
but the harder that I tried
I still found an emptiness inside

then the Father cried from His home above
and He filled me with His love