Oh how I long

Oh how I long to see my Savior face to face- -to touch His hands, to hear His voice, to see Him there before me. Oh how I long to see Him a little clearer, to love Him a little dearer, and to follow Him a little nearer. Oh how I long to be fully satisfied in Him so that He might be fully glorified in me. Oh how I long to know I know that He is real. Oh how I long for the faith the size of a mustard seed--for faith that can move mountains and believe in the ability of God to do all things. Oh how I long to never be afraid, to trust completely, to be freed of foolish disbelief. Oh how I long to love without holding back, to no longer be bound by the very things for which He has set me free. Oh how I long...

Oh how I long for Jesus.