This Hearts Cry
It is my hearts cry
that He would carry me to the table
and bleed me to see
the depth of his love will not leave in me
all that He has intended to complete.
Allow my soul to breath
to shine your holy light as is should sing.
Lay me prostate before you my glorious God
my gracious King.
Only raise me with your gentile hand
in your awesome way.
Bring my heart in beat with yours my beloved God.
Use this sacrifice to bring you glory
not through my name.
Shatter my selfish pride my jealous heart.
Be my table, my breath.
For God you are my refuge and my hiding place.
Cause me to take flight on the wind
where your spirit carries me.
~Oh My Beloved King~
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