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Reaching for my hand
Fingers seeking in between
Trembling won't let go,
Hugging close my chest
Heart wanting well within
Wishing not but the beat to stay,
Hungering for my lips
Tongue turning deep inside
Breathing's for another day.
Is something wrong with me?
These I want, my empty cup.
Is something wrong with me?
Please, please, eat me up.
Reaching for my hand
God holds me in my trembling
Never leaving to forsake,
Looking upon my heart
God sees enough to know
He wants in, forever to stay,
Wanting me to hunger
God has plans for my tongue
Breathing nothing but The Way.
Is something wrong with me?
This He wants, He lifts me up.
Is something wrong with me?
His love alone must fill my cup. |
