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I saw the Lord sitting on high,
A beautiful and lofty throne;
Causing me to a joyful cry,
How brightly His glory had shone.
The bottom of His robe had filled,
Throughout the entire temple;
While His spoken Word instilled,
The assembly of the people.
Angels were standing just above,
Each of them with having six wings;
Two wings covered their face thereof,
Shading the radiance it brings.
Two wings were covering the feet,
As the last two wings were to fly;
To see this was really a treat,
Bringing out such an awesome sigh.
Holy, holy, holy is God,
Lord of Armies and Lord of Host;
The Lord who we honor and laud,
Father, Son and the Holy Ghost.
The entire earth has been filled,
With His glory and such beauty;
As it will continue to build,
A sense of spiritual duty.
Our voices shake the foundations,
Of the doorpost of the temple;
For getting a new salvation,
Giving it to all the people.
But every word that passes,
Through their lips are really sinful;
How can entrance of the masses,
Ever be considered rightful.
The angels flew over to me,
Having a piece of burning coal;
On the tongue he put it on the tip,
Burning sensation to my soul.
Then I heard the voice of the Lord,
My sin and guilt is taken away;
I will remain in one accord,
No longer be going astray.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
Witnesses
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