Sunday Selah

I know...it isn't Sunday. Oh well!

I bow my knee
before Your grace
I lay my life
down in this place
I feel Your presence
like a cloud
Pressing down
upon me now
Your holiness
Is like a glow
Streaming from
Your heavenly throne
You call my name
and my heart leaps
Your Word a promise
Your Spirit speaks
You are so holy
I cannot stand
I fall beneath
Your mighty hand
And as I bow
my voice I raise
O Holy God
accept my praise