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I Love It Here




I see Him—and Him alone.
So vast, so near, so fully known.
He fills the sky within my soul,
And every corner of me is whole.

He is the rhythm behind my breath,
The pulse that silences even death.
I am drunk in love, undone, remade—
My heart laid bare, unafraid.

My thoughts, my blood, my every sigh,
Cling to Him and testify:
I will not move, I will not stray,
Not even for a fleeting day.

Oh, how I gaze upon His face,
The source of every holy place.
I'm hooked, enchanted by His flame,
Addicted to the sound of His name.

I love it here—oh, I love it here!
Where glory sings and shadows clear.
No treasure, no joy could ever compare
To one breath wrapped in His perfect care.

Words collapse before this truth,
What I feel goes deeper than proof.
This isn’t thought—it’s spirit, bone,
This is home—this is home.

His presence—my origin, my air,
The garden where I was made to care.
I know this place. I know this sound.
His voice—it pulls me from the ground.

So irresistible, so endlessly pure,
No other love could so endure.
He speaks, and I melt, I burn, I rise—
A thousand stars caught in His eyes.

Don’t wake me from this holy fire,
Don’t pull me from this heart’s desire.
For where He is, I’ll always be,
Forever locked in majesty.

He is my song, my breath, my flame—
The One who called me by my name.
And I will never let Him go,
For He is all I’ll ever know.

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