"Holy, Holy, Holy"

"And one cried to another and said, Holy, holy, holy

is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!"

(Isaiah 6:3)

Holy is our Lord in glory, majesty and wonder; we come before 

 You in humility, obeisance, and awe

Your presence overwhelms us, as we attempt to comprehend the

depth of Your love, and impetus of Your law

There can be no mistaking the light, and smoke filling the air, as

You shower us in scents so lavishly

We can only fall to our knees, realizing we are but "dust," as

we take in Your omnipotence, and majesty

It's not Your face we see, but the holiness of Your aura that fills

the space, hovering like a godly duty

We are moved with trembling, as we take in Your splendor and

the excellence of Your unearthly beauty

The worship of your children draw You to our Holy cries, and

Your essence wafts in and out like breath

And we suddenly become still, afraid to cause Your Holy mist to

leave the room void without You, cold as death

Oh, exciting are Your whispers, and the thrill of Your touch; it's

like stepping into a new ethereal dimension

We long for You to stay and caress our souls a little longer, but

earth is not Your home; You'll make the ascension

It feels like angels are all around, and a garden of roses is the  

 aroma, as we watch the illumination fade

What a glory it was to experience a touch of heaven, as if it was

a window opening into a feathery lit glade

We feel the velvety softness of the lily of the valley, and the light 
 of the bright and morning star, in parting

And, it seems in Your presence, there were magnificent beings

flying through the air, with flashes darting

It was the angelic hosts accompanying You in strength and honor, 

 for where You are, they are; it's certain 

For the Creator has been revealed, in blinding glows of the
power, that used to dwell behind a temple curtain

But, You gave Your life, Lord Jesus, and now we can partake; Your

Spirit fills us with Your power and Your fire

As we speak in Holy tongues, the utterance erupting from our
 souls, like lovely lilts from a strummed lyre

Oh, the joy that floods our mortal bodies, as we feel Your Spirit

moving within, and pouring like a fountain

It's as though we reached the apex of the highest altitude, and we

 are standing on the aerie of a lofty mountain

The Holy Ghost is its name, the Spirit of the departed One; You 

said You would surely send back Your Spirit

And this world would never have a hold on the filled ones; 

 we would have no cause to fret or fear it

So, now once again, You have visited Your lonely vessels, with a  

 burst of paradise, and an eruption of flames

There's no reason to hesitate, we'll head to the waters and go
 under in surrender, washed clean in Your name

We have kissed the feet of heaven, waltzed in worship for a 

 moment, and we rose up, Oh so nobly   

To request more than a taste; we shall dance with You forever, 

 on the streets of glory, with "Holy, Holy, Holy."

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PromiseLand Church, Austin, Texas

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We cry HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!

 

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