Desire
To know you, Lord, is my heart's desire-
To see You in the flaming fire.
To worship you when I'm all alone
And bow before your holy throne.
To walk beside you, hold your hand-
To mingle with your angel-band.
To trust You when the way is dark
And serenade You, like a meadowlark.
To fear You, Lord, above all else-
To love You more than I love myself.
To know the awesome power of prayer,
This is my heart's desire.
To look like You, much more each day,
To honor You in all I say;
To follow You, Lord, all the way...
This is my heart's desire.
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