Friday, October 29, 2010

Love Sick

A little more love sick is my heart
Yea, a little more ready to depart
No earthy ties to keep me bound
E'er listning for that trumpet sound

Naught of this world can satisfy
Affections set on things up high
My soul is ravished with Thy love
Desires long for things above

I've tasted O, the Lord's sweet kiss
Rivers of praise flow from my lips
Lo, weak before Thy throne I bow
In worship, Lord; come take me now

E'ermore with my Belov'd to reign
'Tis none, no other sweeter name
Than Jesus, Savior, Lord, and King
My raptured heart can only sing

By: Marilyn Higgins;September 2010

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