Lord here I am, kneeling silently at your feet.
Waiting patiently for a moment to see your face.
Wanting to finally be able to come home and rightfully to take my place.
Here I am Lord, climbing the hill.
feeling the cool sweet grass beneath my feet.
Even if I should fall my Lord.
I still heed your call.
I listen closely to every word.
I climb to the top of the fragrant hill.
Allowing my body and soul to be completely still.
I raise my eyes, to you on high.
fall to my knees, and begin to cry.
Lord without you, I am so very lost.
Tho my faith says to, follow you no matter the cost.
Cynthia Mulligan
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