Drippings From the Honeycomb
My mouth drips with honey, Lord,
Not a drop do I waste.
Your sweet words on my lips,
forever may I taste.
Yet, honey from the honeycomb,
can in no way compare
to Your sweet taste in my mouth,
when I meet with You in prayer.
My future's in Your hands, Jesus,
my faith, rock solid strong.
You are my Lord and Savior.
I'm right where I belong.
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