More Than Anything, I Long For Thee
So long have you awaited my call.
So long have I bled for your presence.
Nonetheless,
Take hid to my call at once.
When a thought is conceived,
Come hither.
When my tongue is to unwind,
Be there.
My need for Thee
surpasses that of day for the sun.
I need Thee like a bird need wings to be free,
like the night sky needs the moon.
I shall pursue Thee like the waves,
like the waves of the sea pursue the shore.
On the other hand unlike the waves,
I shan’t lure back once I have reached your shore.
Thy scent to me
is as that of a rose to a bee.
From Thee I shan’t flee,
for I know that truly I would be free.
Once You dare rest on my heart,
just like the Venus fly trap,
I shall instantly slam my heart shut!
For indeed you would have your grip.
In my unresponsiveness,
shun me not.
Thus I discharge my witlessness
So that you may have my perfect heart.
More than anything I long for Thee.
Nearer I pray.
Come closer,
make haste to my plea.
I thirst for Thee.
I am the dry ground.
Pour Thy Spirit on me.
Rain on me so that I can be fertile ground.
More than anything I long for Thee.
Oh precious Lord, Holy Spirit
Rain down on me
till the grass and willows spring out of my heart.
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