I do not need to be recognized by anyone
My glory is to know that to You
And that diminishes me, for you to grow, Lord, more and more.
And like the seraphim covering his face unto Thee,
Face to hide your face they see in me,
And that diminishes me, for the Lord that you grow more and more ...
In the Holy of Holies, the smoke hides me, Your eyes only see me.
Under your wings is my refuge, my secret place,
Only Thy grace and Thy presence is enough for me is my delight.
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