Holy God
Before your throne
I bow my face
To you alone.
Holy God
In brokenness
I give my heart.
Make it your own.
Imprint your will
Upon my soul.
Please purify
And make me whole.
Out of my lips
May praise ring true
That I may bring
Glory to you.
September 2006 by Glen Alan Woods
I wrote this simple chorus while driving to my parent's house this afternoon. It is hard to explain, but I sensed the presence of the Lord throughout the process, birthing lyric and worship in a blend of intimate devotion.
Before your throne
I bow my face
To you alone.
Holy God
In brokenness
I give my heart.
Make it your own.
Imprint your will
Upon my soul.
Please purify
And make me whole.
Out of my lips
May praise ring true
That I may bring
Glory to you.
September 2006 by Glen Alan Woods
I wrote this simple chorus while driving to my parent's house this afternoon. It is hard to explain, but I sensed the presence of the Lord throughout the process, birthing lyric and worship in a blend of intimate devotion.
1 comment:
It may in fact be hard to verbalize, but I've been through that. I occasionally have people show me their poetry and I think God could have had little part in it.
This chorus attests to the opposite. I once had an awakening of sorts, in my spirit, for lack of a better description while singing a hymn to God in my car. I had to pull over. We never know when some of the most intimate moments we will happen, or what they will produce.
Blessings, I really like this.
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