Morning dew glistens on the grass.
Fog drifts slowly through the trees.
Opening the doors of my heart,
I enter the temple of my Lord.

The Lamb lies quiet on the altar,
With trusting eyes, soft and innocent.
Christ is here, holding the Lamb.
He is the Bridegroom of my soul.

A chorus of birdsong rises in praise,
Rejoicing in the sweetness of His love.
Gentle rain refreshes the earth,
Washing me with His tears.

Nothing I own compares to Your love.
Let me sell it all and live in Your heart.
Stay by my side, Precious Lord.
You are my Treasure, my Pearl of great price.

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