O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and glory.
Show me Your face, Lord, bring me into the radiance of Your presence. Bring a hunger for You that cannot be satisfied; a thirst that cannot be slaked, a longing after You that knows no comfort. Let me gaze upon Your glory and power as it moves and transforms, bless me with Your presence.
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