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O God, how truly good you are
Painting every night with starlight
Turning every tree's leaf
Caring so specifically for our hearts
O God, how good your are
I long for your goodness to embrace me
O God come and meet me here
How I want to behold the goose bumps
When the Holy Spirit is near
So many parts of myslef need you still to come and reign in me
Most of this world, like lions ignore you
And you send us out as lambs
But you are with us, always and we should never fear
How I hope for your thoughts to conquer mine
I wish for your words to be on my tongue
You say, "sing psalms to each other"
Yet I must admit it's hard to find a duet
A believing heart who is filled with your praise
Overflowing from heart to lips
I desire to be that river, exploding wildly your glorious ways
But I often feel bashful and small, like a puddle
Thinking I must stay small in you
I know I should grow bigger in you and through the most high, I can
O God show me how to hear your voice when it whispers gently in passing thought
How do I know if it's you or me that is taking on the part?
Discerning my steps with wisdom, only comes from you
Sweet Lord show me your grace that I may follow you
O God be with me so close that I can see your touch
and feel your heart pressing on me
how and who and what to love.
Painting every night with starlight
Turning every tree's leaf
Caring so specifically for our hearts
O God, how good your are
I long for your goodness to embrace me
O God come and meet me here
How I want to behold the goose bumps
When the Holy Spirit is near
So many parts of myslef need you still to come and reign in me
Most of this world, like lions ignore you
And you send us out as lambs
But you are with us, always and we should never fear
How I hope for your thoughts to conquer mine
I wish for your words to be on my tongue
You say, "sing psalms to each other"
Yet I must admit it's hard to find a duet
A believing heart who is filled with your praise
Overflowing from heart to lips
I desire to be that river, exploding wildly your glorious ways
But I often feel bashful and small, like a puddle
Thinking I must stay small in you
I know I should grow bigger in you and through the most high, I can
O God show me how to hear your voice when it whispers gently in passing thought
How do I know if it's you or me that is taking on the part?
Discerning my steps with wisdom, only comes from you
Sweet Lord show me your grace that I may follow you
O God be with me so close that I can see your touch
and feel your heart pressing on me
how and who and what to love.