Oh the pleasures of the presence of God utilizing the wonderful provision of prayer.
On the Wings of Glory
On the wings of glory, I fly above,
Into the presence of my Father’s love.
I soar above the problems and the earth’s stain,
And in a heavenly place I remain.
Comfort so gentle; as soft as down;
The perfect place of peace my heart has found.
Strength is renewed; as I rest in this glory land,
I’m molded and shaped by the Father’s hand.
My mind is directed to soundness again,
As it is filled with sweet thoughts of Him.
Every fiber of my being drinks from the River of life,
As I soak up the presence of the Christ.
Songs of worship follow the words of praise,
That the willing mouth speaks to the One that saves.
I’m full and satisfied with the sweet bread of life,
Every dark corner within is infused with His light.
A sweet pleasing aroma fills every breath I take;
I’m fully alive, every part of me awake.
On the wings of glory I return to earth’s realm again;
Fully committed, to serve my Master, my Lord, and my friend.
On His wings of glory the Holy Spirit helps me through each day.
He sends His ability and His power to guide and to help me as I pray.
God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.
Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.