PS 83

LORD, take possession 
Of this heart you have made calm 
As if in our tent

Let enemies be
Far off as if made nothing
I will seek your Name

You are The Most High
As such I will worship you
Halls filled with praising

I've sought your answer
Here among the silent crowd 
Perhaps this is it

Speak in parables 
Speaking in things hidden from
The start of the earth

I cover my face
For your glory is awesome
I am not worthy

I sit here waiting
I'm listening for your voice
This wait/weight crushing me 

Still, you are my God
My faithful deliverer
Proven to be true

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