Friday, September 05, 2008

Mystery- Phil Wickham

Here in the Quiet speak to me now
My ears are open to
Your gentle sweet whispering
Break down the door, come inside
Shine down Your bright light
I need a lamp for my feet, I need a lamp for my feet
I want to hear the thunder of who You are
To be captured inside the wonder of who You areI
want to live I want to breathe
To search out Your heart and all of Your mysteries
You were the first and You'll be the end
Time cannot hold You down
Why save a wretch like me?
No eye has seen, no ear has heard
No heart could fully knowAll of Your mystery

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