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Father, let me be the hair that wiped Thy feet
Let me be the hands that touched Thy hem
Let me be like the one who sat at Thy feet
Gazing Thy countenance glittering as a gem
Father, let me be like the one who kissed Thy feet
Pouring out her heart at Thy merciful throne
Let me be a resounding melody so sweet!
Relishing Thy glory, lost in thee, reveling alone
Father, let me be like the one who went early to Thy tomb
To fragrance Thy body with spices and perfume
Let me be the one who leaped in the womb
Who grew up to be a voice for the groom!
Father, let me be a candle, shimmering for Thy glory
Lifting up my Savior, hiding behind His banner
Let me be a voice, relentlessly sharing Thy story
Who left all Thy glory, to die for us in such lowly manner!
Father let me be like him, who thirsted as a hart
in the desert, to sate his soul;
Like the one who was after Thine own heart!
Adoring Thee with his soul and all
Father, I just want to behold Thee from afar
Touching Thy hem in prayer
I just want to behold Thee from afar
Kneeling before thee, pouring out my every tear
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