Let me disappear, Lord,
And thus be hid from view,
So others cannot see me
But only will see You.
Let them look in Your eyes
To see You really care.
Please, let me disappear, Lord,
So they will see You there.
Let Your hand be touched, Lord,
As they reach out for mine
And feel Your very Presence
In the touch that is Divine.
Let them look on Your sweet face,
When I meet them each day,
Leaving them to meet You, Lord,
As I just fade away.
Copyright 1983 Gloria Fisher. All rights reserved.
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