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Oh, how I need the Word of God Like food unto my soul. I ache to know My Lord. I long to be made whole. His life is as refreshing water On a hot and thirsty day. I go to Him with desire And there I have to stay. I drink of Him, so deep, As a sweetheart desiring to be kissed. He awakens my heart to His beauty. For, He is purest bliss. My soul cries out, "Oh, fill me, Lord. Love me as Your own. In Your loving arms Is where my heart belongs." |
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