- cifra
How long must we wait
To see your face
How long must we stand here
Calling out for you
How far is heaven
From the earth
How far is the distance
From my heart to yours
Right now, take me away from here
Away from the cares of this world
Right here, come sweep me off my feet
Into your open arms
Take me to you, Lord
Take me to you, Lord
Take me, take me
Take me to you, Lord
How loud must we cry
For you to come
How still must we be
To know your presence
