IMAGE OF THEIR KING
So beautiful you are to me.
I see every fiber,
that inhibits your eyes to see,
never losing My worshipper.
Lifting always to glory.
Don't you feel My heart?
What is thy shining?
Is it beaming up to Me?
Always clear and refining,
is My presence unto thee.
Lifting you out of trouble,
as I hold onto your heart!
Cold you will not be,
My love burning with heat,
melting the dross in thee,
never will you know defeat.
Lifting to victory,
shouting My praise always!
With joy I'll clothe,
My babies who sing.
I'll wrap and mold,
in the image of their King!
Jesus
🎺 SONG – I WORSHIP YOU LORD – HOLY IS MY GOD – THERE IS NONE HOLY LIKE THEE – HOSANNA
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