In prayer with You, Lord,
I want to go higher.
To soar in the heavenlies
Is my desire,
To feel Your touch
And speak heart-to-heart
In the Holy of Holies...
That place set apart,
Where worldly things fade
And I only see You,
With the day's heavy burdens
No longer in view.
Hidden with You
In the stillness of prayer,
I am transformed
As You graciously share.
It is here that You change me
And make me to be
Much more than I am
And to see as You see.
"Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house, nor go up into my bed; I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids, until I find out a place for the Lord, an habitation for the mighty God of Jacob."
Psalm 132:3-5 KJV
© 2007 Arlene Schwartzkopf