Poetry

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Come to me you weary ones
And I will give you rest
Come to me o Children of Light,
And you will feel my breath.
Your prayers are like an incense,
Set apart just for me
I breathe in the holy fragrance,
As deep cries out to deep

Lord we're longing to behold you,
Fill us with holy fire
We're desperate for your winds Lord
You're our one and only desire
O saviour king we've waited for you
Won't you fill this place?
Our hearts are like a desert,
In need of your showers of Grace

I am coming on a mighty horse
Do you hear the oceans roar?
Can you feel the mountains tremble
As my people cry out for more?
I am seeking habitation-
Not the visitations of the past
I am longing for a holy bride
Who has truly sought my heart.

This sacred place is full of you,
Your glory is like a cloud
It bursts around us in beauteous sprays
And refreshes like morning dew.
Your hope is hidden in our hearts
We'll search for it deep within
You are Alpha and Omega Lord
You have cleansed us of every sin.

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