Here is something a friend sent me last night. I thought it was really nice. Lord, let me come and enter into Your presence, into the chambers ever near to Your face, Where the oil of true worship lay spilled on the floor near the door of Your intimate place. Father, I'm not satisfied with second-hand descriptions of what You're like through another one's eyes. For I must come and experience You and your glory knocking patiently as You hear my cries. I'll walk past the rooms of...