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You Grow CloserThere’s a still small voice, saying to me,«Closer, closer, grow closer to Me.» In a whispered tone, never leaves me alone; Closer, closer, closer to Him Oh, I want to hear every message clear, Yes, I want every word to come through, For if I make it in, I must walk close to Him, Closer, closer, grow closer to Him, Yes, I hear a voice, pleading with me, «Quietly, quietly, commune with me. Just steal away in secret and pray, Quietly, quietly, come break bread with me.» So I meditate then in silence, Wait for the joy that showers o’er me, Yes, the Spirit dwells there, when I meet God in prayer, Quietly, quietly, quiet moments with Him. |