Holy Eyes, by Abby Fischer Subscribe to rss feed for Abby Fischer

Oh my King, my Beloved, 
Oh my God, oh Shaddai 
You have taken me to heaven 
And you have seated me 
	in holy places, now
I have to see you, I have to hear you
I have to know the One who died for me

I see His eyes and His eyes are on fire
	Burning in me and through me and all around me
I see His eyes and His eyes are on fire 
	Holy One with holy eyes, oh, Shaddai
	Holy eyes, holy eyes…of Shaddai
	
	Your fire’s burning
	My heart is yearning
	The tide is turning 
		And I’m running faster now
	My eyes can see it
	My heart can feel it
	My ears can hear your Holy Spirit…coming

	Holy rains and holy wind
	Open wide, floodgates, again
	Holy wrath and holy fear
	The Holy One is drawing near

I see His eyes and His eyes are on fire
	Burning in me and through me and all around me
I see His eyes and His eyes are on fire
	Holy One with holy eyes, oh, Shaddai
	Holy eyes, holy eyes…of Shaddai


	

Posted: 2005-12-20 01:57:30 UTC

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