Standing at the altar You wait for us.
With patience we cannot fathom. With certainty we dare not crave.
Delight in Your countenance, decidedness in Your word.
"Bone of My bone. Flesh of My flesh."
Where You go we will go. Where You stay we will stay.
For You will have it no other way.
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