The Days Of Old Return

Oh LORD hear my cry
may the days of old return
when I heard your voice
 
I meditated
hearing the sound of your voice
I wrote down your words
 
your face shown brightly
for my eyes were opened wide
to see your beauty
 
and my soul cried out
in response to your presence
words of praise written
 
my soul continued
writing the words given me
face to face we spoke
 
here I am my God
the days of old shall return
my hands are outstretched
 
I'm meditating
I shall see you face to face
your voice shall be heard
 
deep intimacy
stands waiting to be embraced
days of old return