unfolding perfect light
guiding my heart to the throne
guiding my heart to the throne
of Perfect Love.
One step in front of the other.
Straining, pressing, sprinting, moving
to stand before the King on that final day,
propelled and maintained by His grace alone.
Hearts, O how they stray.
Drawn to long, to dream, to cling to lackluster dreams and desires.
Clutching a wandering heart in my chest,
the faithful heartbeat resounds of my King and I am reminded:
In Your strength do I sprint.
In Your desperation do I shout of love.
In Your reign do I dwell.
In Your heart do I find my vision.
In Your faithfulness do I walk, Jesus.
Steadfast when I falter, unfailing love and glory
keep my eyes turned upon the greatness of my King.
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