Light crackles hitch to rain,
They punctuate a crispened air,
And eve is freshly made anew,
Left with the marks of very God.

With the open heavens for choice,
With each galactic throne to greet,
You choose to not withhold your voice,
To make this tiny tent your seat,
O You, Great God, are greater than all words,
For you make mighty men of weak,
That you would shame all things that are,
With that that's not but humbly seeks.

Condescension from the highest peak,
The lofty mount that pats the head of distant space,
Transcending all of time and every whisper of decay,
Our Lord from there descends.

And folding every pristine robe,
Firmly placing down eternal jewels,
Collapsing glory into feeble frame,
To sit in dust with us!

It's looks so ordinary here,
Contending for the sky to fall,
To open gush and pour on out,
The knowledge of Your name to wretched men,
But here in this still room far from
The bustling street you choose to dwell,
With weak and salvaged vessels - yes,
It is no ordinary thing at all!

Prayer together,
A tent descends over our heads,
We're covered now in temple new,
We see you there transfixed-
You're beautiful.
Have mercy on us Lord,
We want to know you,
Closer than we do,
We want to know you.

Gathered quick to the ancient paths,
Held fast, the comforter is close,
Fill up our homes with hearty laughs,
Indwell us with your zeal eternal.

Your melody walks swiftly over the horizon,
Dancing playfully under the waves,
Treading firmly through the glaring eyes of hurricanes.

It crawls, walks and scuttles among the humble things,
And soars above the lofty heights,
Reverberating through valleys and rocking the earthen cradle.

It flows through the sky waters,
Permeating the three heavens,
And ploughing into the depths of sheol.

It is boundless,
And sans time it glided other the formless,
The beautiful symphony of your presence is now within us.