Thus says the Lord, will you dwell with me? In a place, in a moment, in a time that's always free Who will ascend the hill of the Lord? Who will stand in this holy place? Those with clean hands and a pure heart Shall gaze upon My face. It is my joy to dwell with the broken and contrite Who have walked the darkest valleys and have travailed all through the night who have endured till the sun rises once again who have suffered and who have overcome the pain. And in this place I revive my very own who have humbly fallen before me who have come before my throne Who have walked with me through fire and flood Who loved not their own lives, who are covered by my Blood Who knew in the depths of their heart they were never alone. Who is this King of glory, mighty in battle? Who bids us come into His glorious tabernacle A place of quiet wonder, a place of majesty A place where all the world ceases to be A place that is vast beyond compare and deeper than the sea A place, a place, where I am surely free A place where He dwells with the contrite and the humble A place where nothing ever causes us to stumble And in the glory I am whole before His nail pierced feet Before His throne, before His glory, weeping at His mercy seat.
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In that High and lofty place.
Posted by appolus on August 21, 2023
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A Call To The Remnant 