No time, no place,
no appearence, no face,
no black, nor white,
would keep you, Abba, from holding me tight.
There's nothing more comforting,
nothing more precious,
to be in your embrace,
to be in your love and glorious touch.
No matter how far I go,
no matter how far I run.
No matter how high the take off,
no matter how deep the hide,
To me your arms are always open wide.
I was lost, I'll potentially get lost again,
You once came for me,
why wont you searching for me again?
You leaving the 99, will come find me again.
Jesus you are worthy,
I give you my all,
have me and mould me,
make me what you want me to be,
a percious vessel of anoiting to overflow.
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