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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Beautiful piece! Wonderfully written!
Jesus is beautiful! Thanks for visiting!