Here at Your Feet

A song I wrote recently.

 

Verse:

 

Here before the throne,

I bow down.

Here before the king,

I lay my crowns.

I’m longing just to be

In the presence of your glory,

My endless Hallelujah ever raised!

 

Chorus:

And here at your feet,

All the angels dance around your throne,

And here at your feet,

I cry, “Holy, you are God alone!”

And here at your feet,

I lose myself and all I know

Is that where I want to be

For all eternity

Is bowed before the throne

Here at your feet.

 

(Repeat verse and chorus)

 

Bridge:

I cry, “Holy, holy, holy

Is the Lord God Almighty!”

As smoke fills this place

And the ground begins to shake

And all creation worships at your throne!

 

(Chorus twice)

You Are

You Are Pic

You are Alpha God Creator that nothing came before!

You are perfect holy righteousness, my only Sovereign Lord!

 

You are my sweetly loving father and you sit me on your lap!

You are my gently caring shepherd leading me unto your path!

 

All your ways are perfect, Lord, and all your ways are good!

Your love is boundless and eternal! You love like no man could!

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Because You are Worthy

Because you are worthy, I will try everyday

To learn from your words and reflect all your ways!

You will sanctify me, and I will refuse to stay

The same as before. Wash the old me away!

 

Because you are worthy, I will love those you love.

I will try to show patience that reflects yours above.

Instead of worry, I’ll have peace like a dove.

I’ll work hard to be one you will be proud of!

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The Throne Room

“In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings: with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one cried to another and said: ‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; The whole earth is full of His glory!’ And the posts of the door were shaken by the voice of him who cried out, and the house was filled with smoke. So I said:“Woe is me, for I am undone!Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, The Lord of hosts.”

Isaiah 6:1-5

I read the words and they come alive.
Your words, they draw me in.
As each one starts to reach my heart
The view around me spins.

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