I FOLLOWED MY LOVE

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I followed my Love
In hidden places
With burning desire
To be His silent guest
My head upon His breast


I followed my Love
By country streams
And island shores
To breathless mountain peaks
To hear His Spirit speak


I followed my Love
To His sanctuary where
I found myself in prayer
And longed for Him
To keep me there

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