Hide me in the folds of your garments
Let me go where you goLet me walk where you walk
As I stand in the foldsI cant be seen
As I live there, abide thereI am not seen,Only you
Let me go forth carried in the folds of your garments
Not my willNot my desireNot my plansNot my vision
Let me go forth in the folds of your garment
Just abiding, standing on your sandalsGuided by your footsteps
What a hiding place,What a dwelling placeThere is no other
When you walk, I goWhere you abide, I do also
My life is hidden in yoursFor I have found my dwelling place.
Kathy Bireley
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