Tabernacle

Oh, sweet trembling in my soul

At the whisper of your word

Now being written in my heart

In ways I’ve never heard

Your word plunders my defenses

Your word transforms me inside

Make me a place, a Holy place

Where your presence will abide

Come to me- make your abode inme

Help me abide in you

As I remain sweet fruit will grow

For you are faithful and true!

Tabernacle now in us Lord

Let us be your place of rest

Clean and purify your temples

Let our lives now call You blessed!

Permeate and so transform us

As you abide we are undone

Recreate and so conform us

To the likeness of Your Son!

Anthony Foster

2001