In the Presence of God
I get into your presence,
yet I am carrying the weight of the world.
I stumble, and I stagger
I stumble, and I stagger because the load has grown.
I have become weak, and it is starting to show.
I run to my friends to take this load,
but they reject it - because they have their own.
I am growing feeble and weak.
Finally- I stop carrying this load,
and lay it at my Daddy's feet.
He said, "Come to me all you who are weary and heavy laden,
and I will give you rest."
He said, "Cast your cares at my feet because I care."
I dare not delay any more,
so I throw my hands up in surrender and follow you through the door.
You are leading me to a secret place,
where I can gaze upon the beauty of your face.
In your presence, the world seems to stop.
In your presence, I am no longer at the bottom, but on top.
In your presence, my weakness is turned to strength.
In your presence, I jump and leap for joy.
In your presence, I am forgiven.
In your presence, I become new,
but better yet, I get closer to you.
when I am in the presence of royalty,
the load I was carrying is taken away from me
and thrown into the depths of the sea.
When I am in the presence of the most hgh King,
I cannot even speak nor even sing.
When I am in the presence of the almighty,
all I can do is weep and think-
who am I that your are mindful of me.
When I am in the presence, of the Alpha and Omega,
I get lost in Him,
yet I find my identity.
When I am in the presence of my Daddy,
I kneel at His feet
and bask in the intimacy.
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