God's Temple
Could it possibly be,
that holy place is inside of me!
I'm not a building made out of stone,
But of flesh, water blood, and bone!
My mind can't conceive such a thing,
Yet, your spirit is telling me something!
that holy place is inside of me!
I'm not a building made out of stone,
But of flesh, water blood, and bone!
My mind can't conceive such a thing,
Yet, your spirit is telling me something!
You’re wanting to abide within,
Oh, Lord! Yes! I invite You in!
Cleanse me Lord from the Inside-out.
All impurities must be thrown out!
My body to you, Lord, I Surrender!
Your perfect love, my soul finds so tender.
No need to go any place,
You've prepared the perfect place!
My body, the holy of holies, became
Now’ God's Temple I will remain!
© 2019 Mary Lynn LuizOh, Lord! Yes! I invite You in!
Cleanse me Lord from the Inside-out.
All impurities must be thrown out!
My body to you, Lord, I Surrender!
Your perfect love, my soul finds so tender.
No need to go any place,
You've prepared the perfect place!
My body, the holy of holies, became
Now’ God's Temple I will remain!
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