1.10.2010

Nearer

Take my hand, and please take my heart.
Fly me past the moon, until we reach the edge of the galaxy,
to a place that is elevated higher than any heaven this world could conceive.

I long to exist in this place.
Where the stars bow down in comparison to your perfection,
where I can be nearer, my God, to Thee.

So bring me nearer, please.

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