We turn our faces to you now
And sing a new song to you Lord.
The worthy one comes, behold,
Jesus opens the scrolls.

Pour your spirit out.
For those with ears to hear.
Fresh wind blows through this place.
Seek to see your face.

The move of God is evident
Through the saints.
Praise your holy name
The glory of God lives inside.
Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide.
Fill our hearts with love.
Fill our spirits with joy.

Your presence, Lord.
A pleasing aroma to the Lord.
Harp and trumpet decree,
There’s nowhere else to be.

In the mantle where the anointing trickles down.

Worthy is the lamb who was slain.
Seven seals broke by his hand.
Much incense to offer the flame.
You can have it all.

Beyond mountains,
Beyond imagination,
Beyond the sharp two-edged sword.
Never leave or forsake.

In the paradise of God.
There’s no depth too great.
There’s no breadth too wide.
Cast crowns at the throne.
Let incense arise.
You deserve all glory.

“Thank you for every stripe,” Lisa prayed.

“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.” (Revelation‬ ‭2‬:‭29‬)

(By ScottM while at church 3/11/26)