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Meet Me Here
by Evie Tornquist



Organ stopped its playing-
Everyone's gone home,
But I'm here,
wishing that somehow we could meet.
Preacher's stopped his preaching-
Somehow it goes on, in my heart,
Somehow I feel so incomplete.

You and me, all alone in Your house.
Don't know how to say it.
I guess that I'll just play.
I'm here... meet me here.

Pews and aisles so empty,
But you seem so near,
and I cry,
hoping that somehow I'd know You.
Choir stopped its singing.
Somehow I'm still here,
and the tears are blinding the eyes that needed You.

You and me, all alone in Your house.
Don't know how to say it.
I guess that I'll just play it.
I'm here... meet me here.
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Lyrics submitted by Diane Yanacek.