LORD I AM COMING INTO YOU

Oh Aba Father

There's a request I'd like to make

The crooked parts of my life

Can you come down and make

them straight

Oh how I desire to be your temple

Consecrated and pure, set aside,

for your use

And nothing more,

How I desire to see your stature

Every time I glance at the mirror

Oh your perfect Image shines forth

Out of my life, out of my life

So I can boldly say

Lord I am coming into you

In the stature of a perfect man

I'm coming into you

In your image and your likeness

Oh! Oh! Father here I am

I lay before your altar

My all I surrender

Oh perfection, how long

I await translation

The seven steps of the pyramid

The stature of a perfect man

Faith my foundation, Virtue my strength

Knowledge my understanding,

Temperance my peace

Patience my rest,

Godliness you in I manifest

Brotherly kindness, Love

and forgiveness

Then you inside my temple

Forever make your domain

So I can boldly say

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