Sit at the Feet of The Master

Here I sit in the second row, I feel so far away.
I reach out to touch You , but my hands close on nothingness.
I wish I were the altar cloth, pure white, simple but beautiful,
Spread out on the altar as an offering to You.
The altar in so near to you.
I consider sitting on the sanctuary step, would that be alright?
Better even than the step would be to kneel up against the Tabernacle stand,
To sit at the feet of The Master,
To grasp His knees in supplication,
'Ne permittas me separari a Te, Domine.'