I Love Thee My Lord

Lord, I want to meet Thee again. I want to be with Thee, like then. Please come as I worship Thee, One on One as brother to the Son. Thou dost talk with me a while, Turning my turmoil into a smile. Renewed, I kneel and worship Thee, As Thou dost love me tenderly. I cherish my time with Thee. In awe I gladly receive, Turning over my offering, Of strain and suffering. Thou art here to comfort and heal, With hands upon my head so still. Thy words are said, I see the stars, And all Thy creations at large. Everything comes into view. Most of all, I see Thee true, Dying for me, the least of these, Giving Thy sacred life for peace. I am sure of Thy love for all. In Thy hands I stand up tall. When I need Thee, I can see Thee, Always comforting and redeeming. Just before our time is through, I sit in Thy lap, give Thee a kiss, And take a nap, as Thou dost tell me, Beautiful stories from Thy life. How I am in Thy dreams divine. Then with love, Thou art in mine. Before Thou dost depart, Thou dost kiss me, close to heart. Thy host watching, singing along, Giving hope to stay strong. Thou art mine and I am Thine. I love Thee my Lord.