I'm finding myself at a loss for words, And the funny thing is, it's okay. The last thing I need is to be heard, But to hear what You would say. Word of God, speak. Would You pour down like rain, Washing my eyes to see Your majesty, To be still and know That You're in this place? Please let me stay and rest In Your holiness. Word of God, speak. I'm finding myself in the midst of You, Beyond the music, beyond the noise. All that I need is to be with You, And in the quiet, hear Your voice. I'm finding myself at a loss for words, And the funny thing is, it's okay.تمر السنين ฉันเป็นไท Прости врагу Cóż to w cichych chwilach nocy fwq ạlmlwk - ʿyd ạlqyạmẗ 2010 Ecoutez un saint cantique Սեր է Քո Անունը ادامزاتتى قۇداي سونشا سۇيەدى ạlḥrb ạlrwḥyẗ - jzʾ tẖạn Ci sono giorni
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