"The Beauty of Your Holiness"

 

If we could have tongues of angels,

If we had the wings of cherubim

To circle your throne in heaven to cry

Holy, holy, Holy with the seraphim.

 

All the songs that we could raise

Will not suffice to confess

But a life of ceaseless praise reflects

The beauty of your holiness.

 

The purest deeds we have to share.

The choicest off'rings we prepare

Amount to rags when we compare it to

the beauty of your holiness.

 

If we were to fear the Lion.

If we were to love the Lamb.

If we were to cry hosanna,

Prostrate before the great I AM.

 

All the names that we could speak

All the words used to express

Could only give a fleeting glimpse

Ofthe beauty of your holiness.

 

If we could spend all our days

Repaying the mercies we have known

Expending  every ounce of  power

The truth would just begin  to be shown

 

The purest deeds we have to share.

The choicest off'rings we prepare

Amount to rags when we compare it to

the beauty of your holiness.

 

July 25,1997

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