As I lay prostrate on the floor

Closing every open door.

No longer will I wander

I see Him in His Grandeur!

Yes the beauty of Your Grace

It is Your Face.......

I seek!

Have dominion Lord,

Never again will I be bored.

Your Shekinah Glory

Tells the story!

Prostrate on the floor

Wanting more...

It is Your Face I seek

Embalming every leak!

Lord! I surrender...I am weak

Thresh me like wheat

That everything that is worn

Before the dawn....

You would drive away

Like the wind drives

Away the chaff!

Embalm me O Lord

That the aroma

Will not just be a rumor

Instead let it be a sweet

Fragrance of Your Life giving

Perfume to bring Glory to Your name

That is my aim!!!!!