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The Lowest Place
I am rushing, rushing, lower, lower still, Until I reach the lowest place, where You will hold me still. I am rushing, rushing, to the lowest place, Until I reach the slowing and the pooling of Your will. I am rushing, rushing, lower, lower still, Until You gather all my waters in Your peaceful pool. I am rushing, rushing, lower, lower still, The lowest place is calling me, your babbling, thankful fool. I am rushing, rushing, lower, lower still, Until every expectation surrenders to Your best. I am rushing, rushing, take me to the depths, Those heights behind me long forgotten, I desire Your rest. I am rushing, rushing, over boulders great, Around the channels of the earth I’m… Read More
