  Lord, you have brought me, a long way, and I thank You, every single day; You have taken me under Your wing, and helped me to stop my grieving. I only want Your perfect will, with no masking of any frill; My desire is of but one choice, that is to hear Your gentle voice. I've had a small taste of Your touch, and I want more so very much; Lord, it's Your presence I love to feel, it's the only thing that is real. You have filled me with Your fire, and for You I have a great desire; You have made me a strong tower, what runs through me is Your anointing power. I'll sit back and fasten my seat belt, for I truly know what I felt; And Satan, you need to hit the door, God is making me strong, and there is more! Copyright ©2000 Brenda Atkinson McMahon 
 
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