I need Thee
Oh I need Thee
Every hour I need Thee
Oh bless me now my Savior
I come to Thee
I sang those words last Sunday
Never have they felt more true than this week
And everywhere I turn in the midst of heartache and angst
Those words help me fight the hurt
They help me loosen and release my grip
Lift my hands
Bow my head
And collapse before the throne of grace
The throne bought and paid for through deeper suffering than I could ever imagine or ever endure
I tried to carry my own burdens and the pains inflicted by a few, but He carried them all and the sins of the whole world
And so
I carry on
On my knees
At His mercy
His unfailing everlasting mercy that continually spills over me like anointing oil—like the finest fragrance—like an alabaster jar filled with the most expensive perfume then crushed and poured over me
I need Thee
Oh how desperately I need Thee
Every day
Every hour
Every second
I need Thee
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