If I can't say a word
I will just lift my hands
To my King and Lord
For loving me a mere sand
He comes to me very often
It's as if He never leaves
Bliss sent from heaven
Yes! My Redeemer lives
So lowly estate of mine
Yet He so love to stay
Alone we always dine
Beholding Him as I pray
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