Do His words billow o'er my soul?
How would I last the day?
But that His Spirit falls on me -
This is what I pray.
And what if He should tell me
What I do not long to hear?
But if His Spirit falls on me
Then I know that He's drawn near.
With my head upon His bosom
There I lie in pure delight;
And words are never needed
Where my soul has taken flight.
Desire the High and the Holy thing -
What's done on heavenly sod.
Lie upon His bosom -
Rest upon your God.
- J. Pecoraro
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