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I wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meI'm a be like ZacchaeIn that Sycamore treeI wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meLord I promise (I promise) I promiseI wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meI'm a be like ZacchaeIn that Sycamore treeI wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meLord I promise (I promise) I promisePrior to Jesus' life death and re-re-ResurrectionHaving any affect on me left me in deceptionBecause the God of this world Satan blinded my mindFrom seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of GodBut then a miracle happenedWe-we-we call it conversionHe opened the eyes of my blind heart and led me to worshipGotta a peek at His beauty as He opened the crackThat captivated my nature and kept me coming backHe gave me taste buds to taste of freedom to loveLetras de cancionesAnd to delight in His loving kindness through Jesus' bloodAnd every since repentance I done been on this chaseTo drink from this freedom fountain through His infinitegraceNamely seeking His faceCause He removed the vielKnocked me off my high horse and removed the scalesNow I've been exposed to His glorious lightThat shines into the darknessIn my heart and I'm like...I wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meI'm a be like ZacchaeIn that Sycamore treeI wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meLord I promise (I promise) I promiseListen...Though I'm a Christian my vision sometimes even get blurredWhen I'm resisting His visits and not reading His WordDesperate need to be purged/Easy to lose the wonderThrough these daily distractions banging louder than thunderWhen I devalue my Savior and start treasuring trashAnd longing for mud patches thinking it's greener grassExchanging eternal pleasures for the ones that's going topassLooking for 'em to satisfy but they lie never lastWhen captivated and activated by my deceitful lustIs a lack of faith in my Father's grace and I need to placemy trustIn everything that my Father is and everything that HesuppliedThrough the perfect life of His SonDeath and resurrection of ChristAnd I know I got to trust HimAll this sin I got to trust HimWorld that we in I got to trust HimHow I'm going to live if I just brush HimKnowing that my heart is mad disgustingKnowing that the Father had to crushYes just so we can be freePlease give me eyes to seeI wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meI'm a be like ZacchaeIn that Sycamore treeI wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meLord I promise (I promise) I promiseLordSee I'm reminded in my mind in my brother ZacchaeusWho took some desperate measures just so that He could seeJesusAs joy accompanied the faith that He felt in his soulThat made me question myself, how far am I willing to go?What am I willing to get rid of so I can get close?And closer and closer Lord, fill me with Your Holy GhostPour out Your Spirit empower me in increasing measuresTo see Your uniqueness instead of these fleet-fleetingpleasuresGive me greater capacities to suffer and to carryThis cross on my back as I walk to my personal CalvaryAnd climb on the cross oh Lord as I stretch out my armsQuoting the Psalms as they banging them nails in my palmsUntil I die cause I was crucified with my SaviorAnd resurrected now I can reflect it in my behaviorA new nature to taste and savor Jesus the ChristWho brought me out of the darkness to His marvelous lightI wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meI'm a be like ZacchaeIn that Sycamore treeI wanna see more of HimCause I'm sick of more of meLord I promise (I promise) I promise From Letras Mania