| There’s a door which stands as high
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| As our eyes can see
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| In the clouds, reflecting, I’ll hide my face
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| I’ll hide my cares, my works, they’re dead
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| From the Spirit, came descriptions
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| Of what we’re to consider
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| Yes the beauty of His majesty
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| Seated upon His throne
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| One could barely raise their eyes
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| To view the things taking place
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| The change of history as the scrolls
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| Shown enforcing His grace for all to see
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| The glorious gems, penetrating deep inside
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| Until I ignite with a surging force
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| My instincts collide with what’s happening
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| I’ll avert my eyes, for You can’t see me like this
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| So pitiful, and so ashamed
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| Now a peace overwhelms me
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| I feel no more shame
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| I am transformed divine
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| As the Divine claims my blame
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| Pieces of color coming forth from the throne of mercy
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| Invading the earth as rays, bursting through the rain
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| Illuminating the faces of the burdened, poor, and ashamed
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| Yes this covenant stretches across every tear
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| With a wonderful claim
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| A claim of hope for a chance to grasp
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| A hold of a miraculous dream
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| To taste the beauty of the sun
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| Then finally rest, rest inside of its gleam
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| With the explosions and array of light
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| The world is quite alive
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| Reflections of this overwhelming display
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| Strengthen our sense of sight
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| Sense of sight, here is the throne
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| Here is the throne, exploding with love
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| In an instant I’m bound to world of fantasy
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| The King of armies I’ve seen in splendor
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| And I’m realizing I am unclean
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| I need His scepter of peace
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| To raise unto the sky
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| With the strength of His presence inside
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| From the Spirit, came descriptions
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| Of what we’re to consider
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| Yes the beauty of His majesty
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| Seated upon His throne |