| Till I Reach My Heavenly Home by Eva |
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| Lord, how I thirst for Your Holy presence, in a land, so hot and dry. How I long to taste of Your Spirit, give me drink or else I die. Cause, once more, the blooming roses, to arise through barren ground. Fill me with Your sweet aroma let your love, in me abound. Lead me on, sweet blessed Savior. I, a pilgrim, am Your own. Pressing onward, ever upward -- till I reach my heavenly home. |
| "I waited patiently for the L-RD: and He inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our G-D; many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the L-RD" [Psalm 40:1-2]. |