Thursday, December 23, 2010

O Come O Come

My heart is longing for You.
Jesus, to sit at Your feet is what I want.
You share with me Your care.
You smile as You look at me.

I reach out to touch.
I tell You my secrets.
There's nothing hidden in this light.
Tenderly, You remind me that I am safe.

A familiar song crescendos--it proclaims
How Deep is the Father's love.
How Vast Beyond All measure.

I long to be pure.
For he who hopes in You purifies Himself, You say.
O Come, O Come.
O Come, O Come.
I'm aching for You.

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