I feel a breeze, and the slightest smell carried upon it.
I feel spirit, life stirring around me bearing the smell of a banquet.
I feel moving in the stillness of the air, and a smell kindling hunger.
I feel hunger now burning, the wind brings only thirst, and my King prepares: the banquet beckons.
I feel the footsteps, my King comes! Lightning goes before Him, touches the mountaintops, and with His whisper it begins to rain.
And I stand, my face toward heaven, drink the rain, and hunger more.
Though fire rise against me, rain floods a torrent up.
I stand in tempest, earth tremble beneath me, fire rage, water roar, wind stand.
Armour glows brighter, and my hunger strengthens. My soul cries, the King's word and arm sustain me.
His very face surrounds me as a shield - Glory is my fellowship! The willing of the King my only satisfaction!
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