God...
Oh and you whisper your words of love through every moment of my day.
But am I listening? really listening to all you have to say?
My heart grows cold, far too fast.
Like an icepack on my back.
Warm me, warm me gently
I'm afraid of catching fire.
My shoes slip off, bare feet on the ground.
You and me, me and you.
Is this really holy ground?
Help me welcome you this day
with my stubborn hard heart.
Undo me, woe me, reveal yourself today.
Come Lord Jesus come.
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