No. 13 - Presence

I feel the healing wash over me

Entering deeper

Turning what was once

Darkness to light

Surrender to fight

Weakness to might

For your power is made perfect

Where given the opportunity

When the place I’m in is too much

And I’m calling

Begging to be caught

Because I’m falling

The muteness

The deafness

What was once my blindness

Has no place here

Where you are

Prince of Peace

With a garment of praise

May I never cease to be amazed

By your love

Your coming down from above

Just

To be with me