But you haven't loved God nor even near person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I know you. This afternoon you're going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied. You're going to traipse all around like you has to find something lost. You're going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don't love and don't have peace. And then some day you're going to bust loose and be ruined.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter