Your precense takes my breath;
I do not need a thing,
When you are near.
I seek your prescence all the day,
In all my work,
In all my play.
Help me to lift you high,
Let my life be lived,
so you I glorify.
Let your earth rejoice,
because of the love you show.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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