It’s You I want to be with.
It’s You I strive to be like.
It’s You I live to glorify.
It’s You I wish to hear.
It’s You I desire to see.
It’s You I long to live for.
It’s You I choose to follow.
It’s You I dare commit to.
It’s You I decide to love.
Humbled and honored I raise my hands to You.
How sweet it is to rely on You.
Stripped bare and naked, I come to You.
Lord, I don’t want anything, if I can’t have You.
Ana Cecilia Petersen
Nothing is more precious than you Lord!
April 15, 2007
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I published a translation here:
http://paulsofy.blogspot.com/2007/05/tu.html
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