A Tua Presença
Gisele Nascimento
Your Presence
I want more than the cloud
About the tabernacle
I want more than to hear about Your deeds
I want more than to enter the Holy of Holies
I want to touch Your Presence
I am nothing, I am a servant and nothing more
I am like the grass of the field
That soon withers and falls
I'm made of clay
But let me touch Your Presence
The man is just standing
Prostrate at your feet, total dependence
The righteous live by faith
I don't want to hear only about you
Today I came to draw virtue from Your presence
I want more than the cloud
About the tabernacle
I want more than to hear about Your deeds
I want more than to enter the Holy of Holies
I want to touch Your Presence
I am nothing, I am a servant and nothing more
I am like the grass of the field
That soon withers and falls
I'm made of clay
But let me touch Your Presence
The man is just standing
Prostrate at your feet, total dependence
The righteous live by faith
I don't want to hear only about you
Today I came to draw virtue from Your presence
I am nothing, I am a servant and nothing more
I am like the grass of the field
That soon withers and falls
I'm made of clay
But let me touch Your Presence
The man is just standing
Prostrate at your feet, total dependence
The righteous live by faith
I don't want to hear only about you
Today I came to draw virtue from Your presence
From Your Presence
From Your Presence
