It's a different thing these days,
When I talk to you,
My burden doesn't leave
Neither does the grief.
Abba, when you teach;
I sit and learn at Your feet.
Abba, I will walk in all Your ways.
Because,
Everything You do, and Every Word You say,
Moulds a part of this clay.
To get rid of who I am,
And to forget of what I need.
But to hold the feet of Jesus,
For His forgiveness I cry and plead.
I want to come to You;
Not 'coz someone's watching,
Not 'coz it's the rule,
Not 'coz I need to cry,
And not just 'coz I want to feel alright.
But I want to enjoy,
The presence of Your grace
And enter into the Most Holy place
I am coming in, Father
To see you
To feel you
To touch you, O Lord.
At Your Glory to gaze
And let my heart be amazed...
