Good Morning, Child of the King.
Hymns and Hallelujahs.
High and lofty, on His throne.
There He is.
Here He is.
Filling every part of this heart.
A fresh filling.
Knitted in this heart high and lofty.
Surrounded by angel armies. As deep as the eye can see.
And, deeper still.
They flow and sway in waves of worship.
The very hem of His Holiness radiates light through and through.
Live here, Lord.
Allow every cell to burst alive with Your presence.
You shift my inner world from smokey gray to seamless sky blue. Crystal presence.
Fill this temple. Overflow. And, the temple of that one, too. That our eyes search for and see You. Adonai.
Honoring and praising with emotions simply consumed as we witness You moving hearts in infinite swells to ever more of Your GLORY.
Allow the symphony of the angel armies to carry me into the state of Your presence like gravity has fallen from the earth.
King of Kings.
Lord of my life.
Let every ounce of my whole world be filled with Your GLORY.