Don’t you just love Saturday mornings?
Heaven’s light flows through the windows, warming even walls of stone.
In the refuge of the temple, I find strength beyond my own.
I can feel the pow’r of Heaven as I stand on holy ground,
and the Spirit whispers what I long to lean.
Eyes are touched with understanding, I can see beyond this world.
It’s the place I reach for Heaven, and it reaches in return.
Filled with purpose, filled with power, granted gifts to lift the world.
In God’s house and in his presence I am filled with strength to serve.
I can feel the pow’r of Heaven as I stand on holy ground,
and the Spirit whispers what I long to lean.
Eyes are touched with understanding, I can see beyond this world.
It’s the place I reach for Heaven, and it reaches in return.
Strength Beyond My Own
Steven Kapp Perry
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