I've roamed 'till I'm weak.
I won't rest 'till I find Him,
this Lord of the meek.
When I finally behold Him,
I shall celebrate.
I'll sing with pure joy.
On Him, I will wait.
I'll offer bright gold;
I'll grant royal praise.
I'll give Him my heart
for the rest of my days.
From The Twelve Prayers of Christmas by Candy Chand
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