Speaking with You in the holiest place,
My one desire is to look at your face.

Worshiping You gives me joy, gives me peace.
Standing right here brings healing, release.

Those 'round Your throne give You glory and praise.
A voice heard in heaven, as the Lord says:

He is My Son, both righteous and true,
It is in Him, My love must shine through.

Call all of My people to sit at My feet,
Words I will give: some bitter, some sweet.

A time is now coming - the time is now here.
Many bow down with trembling and fear.

The fear of the Lord will capture your heart:
And the fear of a man must forever depart.

Fall on your face as the Spirit draws nigh.
Give all to Him: He will lift you on high.

It's here in My presence, with the passing of hours,
I'll rain down My blessings like early spring showers.

Continue to stand right here by My throne.
Hearing My voice will draw you back home.

God has a promise: it's old and it's new.
Right here in His presence - A promise for you!

© 1998 Peter Taekema