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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Dec 2, 2007 11:37:37 GMT -5
Let The Train Of Your Robe Overflow Oh Lord, let me come into your Most Holy Presence ...let me come to Your glory and bow. Cleanse me with fire from the coals on the altar ...purge the sin and impurities now. Oh Father, Most Holy, touch these human eyes till my vision is narrowed on You. Let me drink of the beauty of Your divine nature and let me look on what's perfect and true. Grant me the honor of inhaling Your fragrance and let me breathe in your fresh Holy Spirit. Speak unto me the blessed words of life for I am waiting and know I will hear it. Oh Father, let the magnitude of Your righteousness come and cause me to gasp in delight. Let me get so close that my hand nearly outlines Your manifest presence in sight. Saturate & soak me to the depths of my soul with the water from Your holy river. For my eyes have seen blessings that only You give but this day now, I must see the Giver. Oh Father...perfect King...it's Your glory I seek with hands lifted for what You impart. Let the train of Your robe overflow and envelop the temple of my very own heart.
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