Holding in my palm

Holding my palm in my hand

Holding my palm in my hand

Where the eagles are gathered,

worshipping the Lamb,

I am holding my palm in my hand

When I see all Israel in their homeland

When I see prodigals come home

Then, this evil world, clothed with darkness in their souls,

very soon to hear from our Redeemer

The Word-Bride, we are sealed and made ready,

For the holy New Jerusalem

I am rejoicing and singing "Shalom!"

holding my palm in my hand

I’m not boasting about much revelation

I’m not boasting about much inspiration

But when I look within,

and miss Elijah from the scene;

I believe and fear'cause I know who is here

About two hundred pounds

of olive skinned complexion

Pouring out His fullness unto man

Like John, I shout, "Hallelujah!"

Holding my palm in my hand

And when I hear God’s Holy Word revealing

All the mysteries of Christ the Son of Man

I recognize my day and what the Spirit says,

“Come out of Laodicea”

For the white horse rider will take the hindmost,

So come into the Royal Holy Ghost

And the Spirit and the Bride say,

“Come, come, come, ”

Holding my palm in my hand

And when I feel that hot Shekinah glory,

drawing me deeper into love’s veil

And I feel those flames of light,

changing my robes to white,

to a place where I could never fail

For it was by predestination

He came to dwell in me, His chosen one

So let the winds, and the waves, and Satan storm,

I will be holding my palm in my hand

/: Waving my palm in my hand :/

Where the eagles are gathered,

worshipping the Lamb,

I am waving my palm in my hand

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