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Sep 2020
There's a place we all could go
Be captives there for hours
A place that in perception shows
Us giant moths & flowers...

We'd smell the finest perfume
From Mary's flowing locks
For Jesus's  anointing
From her alabaster box...

We'd hear the singing of the buds
About to burst in bloom
Feel the wind that listeth
Into our tiny rooms...

For here we are in prison.
Here we are in chains.
But Christ has arisen!
His blood flows through our veins!
So no matter what is done to us
This fact still remains
We perceive the sound of heaven
THE MUSIC OF YOUR NAME...

JESUS!!
Your voice is deafening
JESUS!!
But it's still.
JESUS!!
Touch my heart of hearts
With Your mighty will!

JESUS!!
Lord of lords
JESUS!!
Great I AM
JESUS
You show Your awesome power

THE ROARING OF THE LAMB!
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