Thursday, March 10, 2011

In your presence Lord, that is where I long to dwell

As tears stream down my face
I wonder can I be that much of a disgrace

Sobs in the darkness
Crys hidden in the night
Lonliness sets in
Thank God it's almost daylight

Where has peace gone
The rooms in this house seem so empty
My mind wanders
Lord, this feeling feels so wrong

I have hidden myself from you out of shame
Times got hard, I needed help
Then and only then I called your name

I don't wish to dwell in darkness anymore
I am the empty house

These rooms are empty
Tell me what for
Is is because I thought my ways were better than yours
How foolish of me

My flesh is tormented
My spirit is burdened
I long for you my LORD

I have hit bottom and have nowhere else to go
The cry from my heart is no longer help
It's save me Lord

My life is headed nowhere fast
This I know

Walk in the midst of this darkness
Scatter it with your light
Before the early morning dawns
I pray you meet me in this midnight

You are Creator
You are Friend
I know you do not desire for me to meet a meaningless end

The world has offered me much
But nothing of substance
Pacified and dazzed by worldly riches before me

If I were to sit on a throne and rule a nation
Would this world adore me
Some may adore
Others would pray for me to be stricken down
Put back under the earth in the ground

How terrible some would say
Others would rejoice in that time, in that day

Lord God
I do not want to be adored by many
Just accepted by you

Adored and loved by many
Yet upon death I depart for hell
That must not be my end Lord
For it is in your presence I long to dwell

Fill these rooms Lord
Once again, fill this place
So that upon my death and judgment I am not a disgrace
A disgrace to you my King
For in this mortal life it is not man I long to please
It is you Father
You are what I need

In darkness I do not wish to dwell
Nor in the pit with satan and his so called family in hell

In your presence Lord
In your presence
That is where I long to dwell..

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