In the Holiest of Holies
I can enter through the Veil;
Because of Blood and Sacrifice
And the Hands that took the nail.
The Lord, my God, is on the throne
He is lifted up on high;
In the Glory of His Presence
With the Seraphim, I cry.
You have filled the earth with Glory
You are worthy of all praise;
You are Holy Lord, Almighty
You’re the Holy God of Grace.
You alone deserve all honor
You’re enthroned in Majesty;
You are Holy God, so Holy
You are everything to me.
In the presence of Your Glory
There is love beyond compare;
And the Fount of Living Waters
That originates from there.
The beauty of Your Holiness
Shines Your Light into my life;
And human-ness releases me
To the power of Your Might.
So I bask within Your Presence
Like so many times before;
There is nothing else that matters
But to worship and adore.
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