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Weekend Devotion—My Lord Speaks My Name

At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.

"Woman," he said, "why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?"

Thinking he was the gardener, she said, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him."

Jesus said to her, "Mary."

She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, "Rabboni!" (which means Teacher).
—John 20:14-16

In the softness of the morn,
I sit and wait
For your sweet voice
To speak my name.

It's the gentlest of sounds,
As soft as a caress.
With such tenderness you speak
And make my heart rejoice.

Oh to hear my Lord speak,
It's the most precious of sounds.
I'd wait a lifetime
Just to hear him speak again.

For he knows my name so well.
He knows my heart, my soul.
He's been there since the beginning,
Ever close and ever near.

So I sit and wait again.
Speak, Lord, please speak.
Let me hear your tender voice again.
Such joy to hear you speak my name.

Praying and believing,

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