In the House of the Lord
In the house of the Lord...
Satan is not allowed,
only holy people dwell into it;
and they burn incense every sunrise and dawn,
to keep Him away from the throne of Jehovah God!
And they sing praises
to Him, the Holiest One,
and to Christ they ask compassion
for the earthly ones who are weak...
and can't humble themselves and be exalted!
Angels gather to do His will,
and Jesus among them smiles,
to share all the glory with the Father;
A chorus arises and echoes through the serene and open Heavens,
to make all creations bow to their Master!
I bow down to my kind and loving God,
whose face I am not permitted to see,
lest awe and death smite me;
touch me, Jesus and heal me...
with those hands, where nails entered and made you scream and bleed!
If sin made me lose divine wisdom,
I repent of my foolishness and whisper
my profound prayer of forgiveness;
welcome me back into Your house, Lord...
and I will perpetually obey your commandments!
The vanity and the blindness
will be cleansed by the waters of Holiness,
and all my imperfections You will not remember!
In the house of the Lord,
only peace can be heard and purity
can be felt in the verses of the hymns;
let me praise you with Your angels indefinitely,
and finally behold Your radiant face!
In the house of the Lord,
all His children are loved equally,
and they serve Him with reverence. In the house of the Lord,
Christ shares His father's throne to judge every soul;
and on the right side, he receives all the worthy!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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