I was aware of your voice speaking to me, Lord When I came to the very sense of your presence here You spoke softly and I rose to meet you here I asked only that you be careful to listen And you spoke clearly to me of my things I asked of your voice to me I asked of your love You spoke tender and carefully Yet I wait for you word Yet I wait for you to speak I hear you softly say “I am here son, Let me in” And as I wait, you carry me home to you “Ask anything and I will give it to you” That you would be here with me Thank you, Lord. Photo by Geri Mis on Unsplash
As a tribe assembles to celebrate and rejoice So, my heart treasures these times Yet I strongly agree to be thankful I also agree that my life is not my own So, I wait for a time to sing So, I wait for a moment that truly matters I sing of His love for me I sing of this tune That he gave me life is wonderful That he made me to sing is joyful That he died that I could be free is my delight That my face be found in his radiance and King Jesus be in me Oh, the joy of being free to worship thee Thank you, Lord for all you do and say to me But most of all thank you for being my Lord.