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To The King Of Kings

Hounting day by day never resting
Molding jars of clay with every breath
Filling all our hopes with His greatness
Firmly determine to reach all souls

Searching ways to give us holy bread
Unsearchable grace holding a commitment
Eyes of fire that melt my fears away forever
My King of Kings is master at Love us even more

Every day I stand before His presence
Nothing to offer just a servant heart to give
Beautiful Christ who gives freedom at the Cross
For You the Glory, Power and the Kingdom be

No words can express the Joy I’m holding
And every bit is living to give You Praise
I’m wondering for more power to discover
My precious King of Kings, He is all I need.

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The Bridegroom’s Voice

Standing at your feet waiting,
expecting for you to reveal your heart to me,
getting a sense of heaven as my heart beats,
searching to know your absolute desires patiently,
as my breathing goes with this new fragrance,
and my skin is no more dwelling in my grief,
Praise my King! Every bit of my thankful soul,
make yours every glory,
make only come to pass your will.

When kiss your beauty with every single tear,
my heart eyes start to dwell eternity,
my hands also reach the perfect Lamb clothed in love,
His greatness enlighten the room as present your voice in a glimpse,
make your sweetness be touched by every human being,
make every soul joyful when searching the tenderness of His breeze,
my only moment where the life make truly worth,
Precious Emmanuel goes hounding for our freedom without resting,
Worthy King, my Bridegroom… in You Everlasting is my peace.
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Embracing My Master Faithfulness

The sword had pierced my cold and rocky soul
Thousand nights in the battle for this courage
I went to His feet crying out for truly strength
A cost which dividends are worth for the King’s glory

These terms are not cheap nor are they from my own
An alabaster jar been cleaned and unfolded day by day
The taste of these waters is what releases us from strong hands
Thanks to the King which been slain rose up from wearing my sins

A revealing truth invites my heart to the life parade
And His faithfulness embraced this gift of hidden manna
I died to my own ways and wait like a tree plant by a river
Learning the King’s obedience and surrendering to his breath

A warm afternoon all around my hopes and a sweet fragrance
Are these the powers of the King’s presence moving in the waters?
I fear no more with His eyes of fire fighting in this spilled heart
He gave the music to my blood and on His house I dwell, forevermore.

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