Without you I have become
A cone without cream
All days without you
Is like the morning
Without the rising sun
More hurting than aching tooth
Are nights without your voice
Nothing makes sense
When you are not around
Sweet Holy Spirit!
Like the deer pants for water
I crave for your presence
Take not your presence
away from me
For without you
I am without me
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