Inspired by Psalm 63:8, to the praise of His glory!
My soul longs for you
To the cross, I do cling
Of your glorious mercies
Your praises I sing!
My soul, it was barren
Yet freshly renewed
If not for your blood
My path would be skewed
My soul it was downcast
Wretched and torn
Through the death of your son
Your righteousness, worn
My soul turned to anger
Selfishly driven
But humbled to second
Since your body was riven
My soul yearns for you
I am filled by your Word
"to the praise of His glory!"
A shout will be heard
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