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Infinite Baths
Pour on me, bathe me In the light of Your Grace. The water so gentle, Like a Mother’s embrace. I’m kneeling before You, In need of Your Touch. The stream of those blessings That I’m craving so much. Just a drop in the ocean.. Just a lost little lamb. Yet You guide me back home. And You know who I am. In this glimmering prayer I am quietly immersed, Realizing — You’re with me And it’s quenching my thirst.
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