As I lay prostrate on the floor
Closing every door.
No longer will I wander,
I see Him in His grandeur
LORD, I surrender.
Yes, the beauty of Your Grace
It is Your Face I seek.
Have dominion LORD,
Never again will I be bored
Your Shinekinah 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 and Honour to
Your name,
That is My Aim
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