Poetry

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My Jesus,
My Saviour.
The One I adore.
Stay right here beside me,
and fill me some more.
I thirst to drink from You,
to be fed, and to grow.
As You would Will me,
to learn and to know.

My Jesus,
My Saviour.
The tears on my face,
are for all that You suffered,
in taking my place.
I yearn for Your Presence.
I long for Your Touch.
The One who first loved me,
I now love so much.

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