Heart's desire

To know You more, my heart does ache.
To hear Your voice, to see Your face.
This thirst I have, it can't be quench.
Not with folly or pretense.

There's only one thing, my heart desires.
To be in Your Arms, my heart on fire.
Theology for the heart, not the head.
In this, is were I'll make my bed.

To You alone I give my love,
for me there is no other.
To feel Your embrace, to kiss your face.
To lie down in Your resting place.

My heart, it thirst, it pants, it hungers.
With a pain that's so delightful.
The more I get, the more I want
You are my heart's desire.

Richard.