Theres no place on this earth
Nowhere His name is not found
(does not resound)
Deafening in its beauty
And silent we all stand before it
Wide eyed and quickened
Pulses racing
Alive and born fresh again made
Real, raw and trembling
In His neverending
Weighted wash of Glory
Psalm 48:10, As your name, oh God, so your praise reaches to the ends of the earth...
1 comment:
:)
write more songs. cause I like this one.
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