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How I long to be close to your Presence
I drop to my knees unasked but willing to be humble
You command my respect captivating me with tender mercies
Who am I that You would want to know me
Who are You but hope and salvation
As tears run down my cheeks You capture them
I think the bottle must be full enough
When will I see You
I desire more of You
You are asking for more of me
I give up myself finally
All of me