The Joy of Your Presence

Oh Lord my God, I will seek you
I will seek you in the morning
Oh Lord my God, I will worship you
I will lift my hands in devotion
I will bow down in praise
I will pursue you for all of my days

Here in the joy of Your presence
Here in the place where you are revealed
Encountering your suffering
For there my wounds are healed

For all my days
For all my days
I will worship you
As a sacrifice of praise
For all my days
For all my days
I will I will worship
In my wilderness always.

For only You are worthy
To my Master I belong
In this slavery there is freedom
In this freedom is a song

Anthony Foster
April 1, 2008