Lord I do not need
To see your face
For I see you in the beauty of world
All around me
In wispers of the wind
I hear you call out to me
As the tree branches bend
Your voice surounds me
Oh someday soon
Face to face I'll meet with you
I hope I've done enough
That you'll be proud
To wrap your arms
Around me
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