I hear you . . . Lord I hear you
Calling out my name
I know the sound of your gentle voice
Because it eases all my pain

The fragrance of your aroma
Begins to fill the room
I know it won’t be long now
In Your Presence . . . I’ll be soon

Oh I feel a gentle breeze
Yes a brush against my skin
Lord just prepare me for Your Presence
Yes forgive me of all my sin

I look forward to those times
When with you my Lord I’ll be
Just waiting and humbly watching
For what you’ll have me see

Oh I’m drawn into Your Presence
Because Dear Lord I love you so
And with each and every passing hour
More of you I want to know

Lord let me hear your heart beat
What is it that’s on your mind
Unfold those hidden mysteries
You want your church to find

Father I’m drawn into Your Presence
Oh I get drunk Lord from your touch
Don’t ever . . . No ever stop calling me
Because I love you Dear God so much

I’m drawn . . . Yes into Your Presence
Where my spirit Lord just longs to be
Without a worry . . . Without a care
It’s just you Lord and little old me

March 7, 2002