And long to feast upon Thee still:
We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.
Having Him I now covet Him.
Having Him I long for Him
Assured, I fear to lose Assurance
Hopeful, I flee from desperation.
God let me taste you and give me a brain to remember it.
Else let me taste you and taste you again for remembrance.
May I be drawn, dependent, addicted.
May I be narrow, consider no other.
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