Being Close
To My Savior
Spill my soul upon the floor,
let it leak into the
cracks of
God,
No doubt I will always be at the
feet I have been
told to
applaud.
I will be no burden to my Lord,
He can go, gliding
over
me.
Thus, I will be close to my Savior
just as close as
I can
be.
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