Monday, August 16, 2004
The following is a poem by a friend of mine called Holy to your name: I cannot, Lord, express Your glory. And so my life becomes this story Only to always say, "Holy, Holy,Holy to Your name". I am not the same
Oh Lord Your indescribable beauty My soul, my mind have but one duty. My life this sacrifice of wonderfully cruelty. To bring Glory to Your name Your glory I'll proclaim.
In quiet whispers and loud proclamations Over rooftops and before nations In silent steps and stilled motion Your glory my life will poclaim. A sacrifice to Your Holy Name
And as the rain wets my face My parched heart comes face to grace Saturated is me, whom You have chased And I am so changed I am not the same
Holy to Your Name!
Oh Lord Your indescribable beauty My soul, my mind have but one duty. My life this sacrifice of wonderfully cruelty. To bring Glory to Your name Your glory I'll proclaim.
In quiet whispers and loud proclamations Over rooftops and before nations In silent steps and stilled motion Your glory my life will poclaim. A sacrifice to Your Holy Name
And as the rain wets my face My parched heart comes face to grace Saturated is me, whom You have chased And I am so changed I am not the same
Holy to Your Name!
