On Yahweh's Altar
In the stillness of the night, it’s you and me.
I read and weep and pray and pant for Thee.
I humbly bow and fall upon your mercies
And recognize the graces you have shown me.
Sweet and deep the drink I find in you,
Restoring and replenishing my soul.
Cherished and reviving is your wine
Poured upon me from Thy cup divine.
Hallowed is the quiet when we meet
And sacred is repentance at your feet.
Joyous too, are nights with lifted hands
Thanking you for blessings small and grand.
Altar nights: my prized and chief success:
Being near to God, yea pressed upon His chest.
Slain to rise because God never falters,
When I come and break my heart on Yahweh’s altar.
Psalms 51:17 “The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” NIV
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