Your Presence

In the early quiet morning
I wake up in Your peace
All the past mourning
Have all left and ceased

Your very presence fills my heart
A warmth so gently and soft
I am so glad to be a part
Of Your wonderful plan of growth

I hear Your voice so very clearly
Guiding my every thought and move
To bring You honor and glory
Marking out every single groove

O where shall my feet bring me?
What is the line of my story?
What else should my desire be
But to be ever close to Thee

Hebrews 11:13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.