From where I'm standing with this lofty view,
I get a clearer crisper picture of a part of You,
Majestic in grandeur and infinite in glory,
I long to spend my days telling Your story,
The story of redemption and saving grace,
Stories of fresh encounters seeking Your face,
Sanctified and holy no one other can compare,
Truths this idle babbler doesn't tire to declare,
From this secret room perch by faith I can see,
Your compassionate and merciful love for me,
A love that must be shared with those around,
Discover the immeasurable treasure I 've found,
In My Father who redeemed, rescued and saved,
One so wretched, unholy, so hopelessly depraved.
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