His Presence In Praise
I don't know why, but every time I try to belt out a song of Praise, like an old well pump, tears begin to well up and a lump in my throat begins to raise. I get choked up, like a young, whipped pup and I begin to cry, I can't seem to control it as it happens in a moment, and I don't know the reason why. Is it because of basking in the Beauty of His Holiness or is it also the semblance of the presence of my own personal loneliness. I want more of you Father and I seek you out, I'm reaching out Father and I know You hear my shout. Here I am Father, humbly bowed low before your Throne, here I am Father, on my face, forgive me of all my groans. I need to be in Your Presence, and I need to hear Your Voice, take me past the outer court, let me see Your Face.
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