"Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy."
(1 Peter 1:16)
(1 Peter 1:16)
It happens in His presence, when the aura all around is filled with
His essence and non-consuming flames of fire
Don't underestimate His power in this place of glory, for only the
barefoot, willing, and kneeling can aspire
Moses was told to take off his shoes for even the ground knew this
presence; it was holy and worthy of honor
No one can fathom this kind of glory; it's unearthly, ethereal in
stature and more than mortals can ponder
We will know it when at last we see Him face to face, but when it
occurs in earthly realms; it's a misty smoke
It fills the place wherever you are with a heavenly feeling and
wonder; and you just want to sit and soak
"Come Holy Spirit" is our prayer and plea; it's that place of His
glory that we so long to feel and see
He comes unannounced with a brush of angels' wings and a holy
hush that silences and drops us to the knee
We scarcely move so as not to hinder and drive away this awing
power that consumes us, yet it's so elusive
It's a hovering Spirit that moves in waves of delight over mere
humans, and it's not explainable and inconclusive
We have not the mind of Christ to know this elaborate splendor; it
leaves us breathless and seeking more and more
"Don't ever leave us" is our sudden thought, as we are subdued
with mystery and held fast to the floor
Everyone is crying, and the tears are falling in reverence to this
God we know, but we're amazed at His touch
We decide we will never depart from this peaceful place of beauty
and omnipotence that we love so much
The ground beneath us seems to absorb His magnificence, and we
feel as though we're out of place in this wonder
Truly, heaven has descended and filled the atmosphere; it was
designed and ordained; it wasn't a blunder
It was the worship that drew Him here; it so moved Him that He
had to come and dwell in His creation's aroma
And, we feel as though we've entered a new dimension; our whole
beings are transported, as if in a holy coma
The swish of feathery wings and the holy hush of softly sung
adoration cause us to feel the fire and bow lowly
It was our burst through heaven's gates with our love that He
couldn't resist; He's here now and it's "H O L Y.''
couldn't resist; He's here now and it's "H O L Y.''
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He IS HOLY!
We worship our Lord Jesus Christ
with Holy devotion!
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