Ps. 24 I’m coming right up
I’m coming right up. Higher, higher up the mountain of your making. Creating. Desiring. To the place your glory dwells.
I’m coming right up. From the raging seas of water you have spoken. From impossibilities – to the place of your song. I’m coming right up.
I’m coming to you. So, fling wide the gates. Tear down the walls of devision and let the desperation of my heart join the melody of your welcome.
I … seek … your face!