The angels stand at attention
around Your magnificent throne
In your presence God,
not one stands alone
The sound of praise, in wonder,
is music to Your ears
In this place of safety,
You wipe from us, our tears
In Your presence, there is no
confusion or strife, that dwells here
As we confess from our heart
and give You each and every fear
In Your presence there is precious
awe and unspeakable joy
You see no distinction
between us, there is no girl or boy
In Your presence, we become saturated,
one with You
As You fill our essence with
Your glory, this You continue to do
This place of Your throne
is indescribable, so calm and serene
This is no fantasy, You reach deep
within us, the place we do dream
You plant within us Your desire,
for this and every day
We do not second guess You,
we speak what You give, us to say
To You be all the glory,
we give you all the praise
As You bind up the brokenhearted
and the dead spirit, You do raise
You reach, into our darkness,
this, is the place we meet
You overflow with kindness
and mercy, as we bow at Your feet
Oh Lord our God You are so holy,
so wonderful You are
Nothing in this world can compare to You,
nothing can, by far
In this place of Your throne,
this is the place to stay, to be
Hinds feet on high places
is what You have given us, to see
Debra McGee Trammell
10-25-06
Psalms 148:2
Praise ye him, all his angels:
praise ye him, all his hosts.
Psalms 150:1-2
1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary:
praise him in the firmament of his power.
2 Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him
according to his excellent greatness.
Acts 3:19
Repent ye therefore, and be converted,
that your sins may be blotted out,
when the times of refreshing shall come
from the presence of the Lord;
Habakkuk 3:19
The LORD God [is] my strength,
and he will make my feet like hinds' [feet],
and he will make me to walk upon mine high places.
To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.
NKJV
The LORD God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer's feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills....
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