What would I give to word your grace, 

To describe the beauty of your Father face. 

But I don’t want to leave this quiet place. 

Resounding worship or silent peace, 
I cannot tell.

Oh for none to interrupt, 

Neither thought, nor friend, no foe.

Only that You are all I know.

Why do I become so discontent

When I leave here?

Why must I leave? I hate the man I am

Mere inches from the glory I saw moments ago.

Wrap me in your glory!

I refuse to leave unless you go with me!

Now show me your glory!

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