May I practice your presence Lord, instead of that of another. May I seek the comfort of your love when I feel the need for cover.
The empty need I feel inside, I can never meet, it’s only through surrender, and sitting at your feet.
We think we’ll find the things we need in many different faces, when really we’re just seeking love in mostly the wrong places.
Loving Spirit come and be the compass of my soul. Draw me from false substitutes, and love me till I’m whole.
I choose to leave the desert of deceptive idolatry, and practice the presence of the One who sets my spirit free.
